Shopgirl, No!
Last night I had hoped to get out of the apartment, but X-Men 2 being on Fox and a little wine conspired to place me curled up in a blanket on the couch, with no desire to venture out of my warm cocoon. So I watched the latest movie the roommate had rented, Shopgirl.
The story involves a sale associate at the LA branch of Sax 5th Avenue. She simulatenously gets asked out by a trippy loser and a pedophilic Sugar Daddy. Based on IMDB's classification of the movie, "drama" and "romance" ensue. Too bad there's no "creepy" genre, cuz it's a better fit. The movie slams together two unconnected stories. One is a rehash of The Way We Were, except that this time Katie has no will and Hubbell is an impotent grandpa. The other is an LA Amelie, complete with two maladjusted weirdos stumbling across love, under the commentary of the omniscient narrator. I think Steve Martin, who both wrote the novel and screenplay for this movie and then starred as the pedophile, is a little darksided. Methinks he just wanted a sex scene with Claire Danes' boobies.
The only redeeming part is that Jason Schwartzman didn't look half bad. But overall, don't see the movie. It's bad. So bad, in fact, that the roommate passed out fifteen minutes into it and slept through the whole thing.
The story involves a sale associate at the LA branch of Sax 5th Avenue. She simulatenously gets asked out by a trippy loser and a pedophilic Sugar Daddy. Based on IMDB's classification of the movie, "drama" and "romance" ensue. Too bad there's no "creepy" genre, cuz it's a better fit. The movie slams together two unconnected stories. One is a rehash of The Way We Were, except that this time Katie has no will and Hubbell is an impotent grandpa. The other is an LA Amelie, complete with two maladjusted weirdos stumbling across love, under the commentary of the omniscient narrator. I think Steve Martin, who both wrote the novel and screenplay for this movie and then starred as the pedophile, is a little darksided. Methinks he just wanted a sex scene with Claire Danes' boobies.
The only redeeming part is that Jason Schwartzman didn't look half bad. But overall, don't see the movie. It's bad. So bad, in fact, that the roommate passed out fifteen minutes into it and slept through the whole thing.