It was a boring night - a tossup between Paperback Hero and Happiness, and I choose Happiness based on its allegedly good reviews. Why-oh-why do I do that!
Of all the worst films I’ve seen this year, Happiness takes the cake.
It was a long tedious awful experience and I was just waiting to when it was a good time without disturbing anyone else’s "enjoyment" to stomp out – but there wasn’t a time! The plot became more sickening and horridly fascinating for all but me. I was tortured right until the end until wonders of all wonders – yet another reference to masturbation was made with the exuberant son shooting off on camera and telling the family he’d just cum. Which might have been funny if the movie hadn’t been such a GODDAMN disaster.To rehash the plot, Happiness entwines the lives of 3 sisters in episodic fashion - Lara Flynn Boyle (from the Practice) plays a bitch looking for a rampant psycho who in the end just doesn’t turn her on, Cynthia Stevenson does a great job of acting the perfectionist, self-deceiving wife, and Jane Adams is well-cast as the wimpy, desperate artist loser. The film is full of desperate loners, self loathing, peer judgements and hypocrisy. Juxtapose that with a pedophile who is about to treat his son to the same he has done with the son’s friend, a masturbating would-be rapist who menaces throughout the film and falls just short of the deed, a fat slob (another star of the Practice – what is all this?), who falls for the would-be rapist and who we hear has been raped herself, not to mention the betrayal of the artist/loser who is seduced and used by a thieving immigrant. Uplifting right? Wrong?!
The movie went from worse to worse and comedy though it may be to some – so much emphasis on masturbation gets old and stale after TWO (!) HOURS. Perhaps the overhype of this movie has a profound comment to make about the film promotion industry, originating from Cannes Film Festival where the alcohol, self-congratulation and self-promotion flows a little too freely and objectivity gets thrown out the window (it’s not the first time either).Yes, Happiness wins an award for the most depressing masturbation movies of all time, but does that mean it’s a good film? NO!
Give me Paperback Hero any day.