Another Film From Darkest Hollywood

 

With baseball now in its Winter hibernation, I had a craving to go out to a movie.  Any movie.   And, as you will read, the ambivalence of choice ruined a perfectly good evening.

Now, I had read reviews of "Die, My Love" which called it a black comedy.   It starred Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson.  Martin Scorsese was listed as one of the producers.   Sounds like a good choice, n'est-ce-pas?

Wrong.   I am hereby fooled again by Hollywood which has totally forgotten how to make an uplifting film that puts a smile on your face as you leave.   Is the world that bitter a place for these movie executives?   At one point will Xanax replace Raisinets at the candy counter?  How grim can we get?

Pretty fucking grim.  This movie written and directed by some lunatic named Lynne Ramsay is a second-by-second look at post partum depression.  You could probably see it all on an episode of Tamron Hall's talk show as directed by a psychologist.   Instead, you spend 20 bucks and see it all on a big screen as you settle into your own personal depression for the next two hours.

Lawrence and Pattison are a hillbilly married couple with a new baby.   The birth has sent Wifey over the edge.   They fight.  They have sex.  She shoots their dog.   It's one dark moment after another.  Sissy Spacek plays Pattinson's mom and Nick Nolte plays his dad, although I totally missed his performance while reaching for a soda.  

If only I had missed the whole movie.   The bottom line is, if you're craving a movie at the theater...well, don't.   At least not this one.

Stay home and pray for Hollywood.

LEN'S RATING:  Zero stars.

Dinner last night:  Grilled beef sausage.