I didn't really want to see this movie. My dental hygienist recommended it. I was expecting a Mrs. Doubtfire or Dead Poet's Society. In fact, I planned a family movie night and was going to watch it with my baby who, at the last minute, decide to play Call of Duty instead. Thank God. This film is no Mrs. Doubtfire. There's auto-erotic asphyxiation in the first five minutes. As confessed earlier, I haven't even covered oral sex with my big boy yet.
Anyway, Robin plays a frustrated, unpublished writer. (Gotta love that.) He has terrific boundary issues, i.e. none -- (He's a male version of me.) -- and is trying desperately to parent and befriend his vagina-obsessed/foul-mouthed teenage son who plays his dad so fiddlely well it's stomach wrenching to watch. Other characters are hoarders, alcoholics, and cutters. All the neuroses are covered! The plot escalates. Almost every character does abhorrent things and acts despicably. As weird as the story is, it turns out to be more conventionally hopeful. In the end, we the viewers are led to see that no matter how odd you are, you will be redeemed if you live in integrity. It also has something to say about teen angst and our quest for fame.
It's like a Lars Von Triers film in that it gets in your head. It was written by Bobcat Goldthwait, that comedian who talks funny.
Don't rent it if you're in the mood for something softly sentimental. If you're pissed about being force fed news of Jesse Jame's and Tiger Wood's infidelities and need a scathing satire, this is the movie.
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