"Reality bites? What a coincidence! So does this movie..."
To be honest, I don't see what all the hoopla was about this movie. Reality Bites is a failed spoof of the MTV culture
that was ironically latched onto BY the MTV crowd. "Ooh, it's got a hit soundtrack! Onward, to the Cinema!" All I've
got to say is: (Sung to the ever famous tune by those has-beens The Knack)"Ba-da Bump bump bump PURE CRAPPOLA!"The story? Iwanna Rideher graduates valedictorian of her college. She gets a dead-end job working for a Regis Philbin type talkshow host that she hopes will get her foot in the door of show biz. In the meantime she makes a documentary of her confused friends who are all either college dropouts or graduates (is there a difference?). She meets Ben Stiller who's an executive at some MTVish station. He likes her, and likes her documentary and wants to get it on the air...but should she romance Stiller's stable yuppie or Hawke's passionate badboy? And do you really give a shit? Boy, this type of romantic dilemma has never been done before. I'm sorry, but even giving a SUMMARY of this movie's limp plot induces narcolepsy...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
The only likeable character in this film is Janeane Garofalo's. She's pretty much the only redeeming quality in this film, but even she is somewhat subdued. Every other character in the film deserves to be bitchsmacked by a pock-marked pimp with 14k gold teeth!
I kept wanting Iwanna Rydeher to summon Beetlejuice, or tear up a picture of Johnny Depp like Skinead O'conner in the Vatican's photo lab, or possibly get gloriously naked (a guy can dream, can't he?). Well, I really kind of detested her character...was I supposed to relate to a whiney indecisive doe-in-the-headlights who has a college degree and full access to daddy's credit cards? What character development! What empathy!
Oh, and then there's Ethan Hawke's brooding James Dean rehash. You know him. He's the cornfed, snot-nosed, pseudo-intellectual I'm-such-a-brilliant-tortured-artist-bow-down-before-me-son-of-jarel asswipe that you always wished would develop a flesh-eating bacteria. Oh, and he's Winona's love interest, which adds even more insult to injury.
AND BEN STILLER DIRECTED THIS!? I just hope this film was fulfilling some contractual obligation and that he wasn't serious about this. (*spoiler alert*) The scene where his smarmy yuppie character made a mockery of Wynona's pretensiously introspective filmfootage of her and her friends really made me laugh..it was supposed to be disturbing seeing the lives of these GenX'r characters you were *supposed* to care about get trashed...but it was really akin to watching a neonazi throw a chair into Geraldo's face...you just hope they both wipe each other out, and decrease the surplus population! (thanks Dickens!)
I can appreciate this movie's "keep your integrity" message, but the delivery was about as good as Cindy Crawford's comedic timing. I laughed, I cried...well, actually, I just fell asleep alot.Biting commentary? Oh, it bites alright! A sardonic snapshot of Generation X? More like Generation Xcrement!