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This is Felix, he’s currently twenty-three,
and doing quite well for himself with all this movie razzmatazz.
Recently, he just saw this smug self-serving comedy named “Happy
Endings,” which begins on a quirky first half that then degrades into an
awfully stupid and clunky second half. That’s the problem with “Happy
Endings.” It serves itself to the audience with a story that spells
itself out to them. And it can never reach a fucking point. The reason
for this monologuing is because “Happy Endings” basically commits Felix’
cardinal rule for filmmaking. No narration. No fucking narration. It
sucks, it’s lazy, it’s clunky, and it speaks of a director who couldn’t
tell his story with proper editing and acting. Unless it’s noir, Felix
doesn’t see why there has to be narration. It makes no sense. “Happy
Endings” has this awful penchant for including these idiotic sidebar
introductions that are obtrusive, distracting, and awfully goddamn
annoying. The reason for this is because they tell the stories of these
characters without leaving it up to the filmmaker to do so.
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The writer has no confidence in his story,
nor does he seem to have too much confidence in the cast, so
instead, every twenty minutes, or when a new character
enters, we have to be given these split screen introductions
letting us know who that person or persons are, what they’re
doing, what they think, and where they’ll be twenty years
from now. Which begs the question why this wasn’t a book
instead. Why should we know what happens to these people
twenty years from now when they’re barely interesting in
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From a gold digging rock hussy, a loser rich
father so anxious for a lover he’ll play the fool, while his son is a
homosexual trying to discover if he’s actually homosexual because he
likes men, or because it’s in style, and did anyone understand that
stupid scenario with the surrogate mothers, and gay couple? Meanwhile,
there’s an utterly ridiculous sub-plot involving Lisa Kudrow as a woman
dating a masseuse who offers happy endings to women. After a filmmaker
offers to give the identity of her estranged son in exchange for using
it for a documentary, they embark on the mission of creating a mock
documentary, all leading to an utterly lame brained finale that’s much
too sappy for a film void of any sentiment from minute one. “Happy
Endings” is a film that pretends to be smarter than its audience, and it
does this through sub-plots that are so pretentious the audience will be
in a position to find subtext. In reality though, it’s a mediocre
comedy, with some of the stupidest sub-plots in years, wasting its
ensemble cast. Thus, Felix’ narration ends.
"Happy Endings" is unfortunately a disappointment both as a comedy, and
as a basic character study. Pretentious, self-serving, and absurd, it's
a surefire waste of the talent it sports.
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