I Love You, Daddy

Disappointing mostly in that it isn't really sure-footed enough for me to to take the wildly contrarian, provocative stance that I'd like to on it (although there is something commendably audacious about making Malkovich's self-admitted pervert the film's voice of reason vs. C.K.'s hypocritical liberal moral outrage). CK's writing and directing both feel too televisual, despite the half-ironic (?) stylistic nods to Allan (Manhattan most specifically, obviously). Also Charlie Day is really bad.

Far from a bad movie, but definitely suffers from major issues, especially the way the old-school style cinematography and editing don’t really seem to suit the material in any way, and the female characters not having the depth of the male ones. And of course that’s before we even get into how the whole masturbating thing just makes CK seen even more strange and bizarre for making this at all. Not good enough to be a major loss, basically.

so inept, so uncomfortable, so fascinating. as both drama and comedy it's a clanking mess, but a breathtakingly personal one, although it's difficult to distinguish between his weaselly rationalisations and his commentary on the same. it rejects the infantilising of women and instead infantilises the pathetic schlubby beta, who may dream of being a suave predator but has no real power over anything, least of all women. still a shitty failure of a person, just not the one he's been painted as?

(MAN-IS-THIS-AWKWARD-HATTAN) Can't wait to see Woody Allen's take on POOTIE TANG...

A good and realist movie about a fat comedian.

Sorry, Noah Baumbach. There is a new (and better) Woody Allen in town.

adorei o novo woody allen gente

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Very conversational film about ephebophilia, a subject matter most other filmmakers are hardly daring enough to approach, but it is handled in a great manner here where every character really feels like an individual with their own voice and opinions. Perhaps more importantly, it's also about fatherhood, showing the CK dad's pursuit in being more strong-willed ending up back-firing badly. All the real life connections to this film make it all the more peculiar.

I think this is an honest attempt to reckon with what it means to "separate the art from the artist" when rumors become fact in an extremely personal, presumably comic manner. However, it comes from someone whose own past makes him ill-equipped to handle such a topic; perhaps, then, the film is partly a desperate plea for artistic acceptance in anticipation of the eventual downfall. Considering the provocative subject matter, it's surprisingly toothless.

l.L.Y.D is like Woody Allen merged with a pre-code problem picture only without the fluid conversational rhythms of the former or the visual skill of the latter. Some scenes ramble on to establish or reinforce emotional awkwardness and/or intimacy between the characters, but they are too writerly and would benefit from a tighter edit. Louis CK's performance is OK but one note, and he is easily upstaged by Malkovich, Moretz and Byrne. His sexual frankness is also disastrously timed. A mixed bag.

I am a gigantic fan of everything Louis CK does but I just found this to be aimless at times and kind of boring

A great movie about the crisis of patriarcate. Father, husband, prey & hunter, are all roles going to change or dissapear. China is a prey & hunter at the same time, searching for approval, like his father do. It's a Lolita and it's a woman. Glen seems a decent person, but assumes things about the women around him like it's really in the 50s, sometimes even try to take advantage of that, and it's just confused, dazzled by the reality. It can be really wrong if we are in peace with our desires?

This suffers from the absolute worst timing possible, the plot revolving around the boundaries of separating the art from the artist and the nuances of consent. Yeesh. Even trying to overlook the obvious, which is not easy, this is a surprisingly dull, navel-gazing dud from a guy who showed much more ambition and talent on his TV show. It might have worked best as a comment on Woody Allen, who inspires both the plot and the general style, but it doesn't even succeed on those terms. Weak stuff.

Quite good.

not so good

Though it starts off a bit slow, this film has a great script and a phenomenal cast. The dialog isn't a huge departure from his TV show. It's actually very much like an extended episode of Louie, particularly in the exchanges between Louis and Pamela Adlon's character. It's also incredibly reminiscent of Woody Allen's tone, aesthetic, and dark, foreboding comedy-drama. It's unfortunate this was canned because it's the perfect rebuttal for Louis, the person."..everybody's a pervert...so what?!"

Woody Allen wishes. Good cast, great writing, brilliant Malkovich. And Day. It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but C.K.'s sad clown shtick is pretty hilarious to me. :D

There are a few moments, but most of the time i was just bored. The black and white doesn't seem to serve any purpose at all. Maybe I just had too high expctations after Pootie Tang