Demolition

In which Vallée tries to make his Eternal Sunshine about grief and the result is a stupid collection of vignettes about an American mid-class white man doing some uh-so-crazy stuff to ~understand~ his loss and sets himself apart from everyone and everything (job at finance, shiny suburban house) from his previous life by being honest and shit, and when the demolition ends he can finally cry about it, suffer a little bit and then move on. Also: worst poster ever and wtf was this Naomi character.

"She would cry everytime she saw footage of the towers falling" from that line onward I was laughing. I eventually had to leave the theatre because i was going to have a panic attack if I didn't stop laughing.

The best part of the story was the darkly mystic second act. A little bit after the half of the movie the mystery was solved and the very end left empty feeling. Lots of good, twisted moments but all in all I expected better. Well thought title.

Three seashells short of a MAN...

Something was missing. Performances were way too right. No problem about that. However, the characters were not that deep. One-dimensional characters are the majority of this film. You want to see more and more dramatic scenes -I mean the real ones not that weird dance sequences on the streets- but instead you put up with chocolate commercials..