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>>>I liked it, I think, *because* of the index cards. That feeling of, "Oh, man, that's so perfect!" (an embodiment of this type or that type) was the source of joy for me.<<<
I think I would agree if the archetypes were in any way genuine or relatable, but I don't think that the surly teenage Nietzsche student who communicates only with a notepad and is training to be a USAF jet pilot (oh and also by the way he's colourblind) is a perfect representation of ANY recognizable human characteristic. To me it seemed as though the screenwriter sat himself down and tried to come up with bizarre character traits purely for the sake of it. What reason does Steve Carrell's character have for being "the nation's #1 Proust scholar"? What does it contribute to his character or the narrative? Nothing, except for being kooky and off-beat. It's not enough to make grandpa foul-mouthed and lecherous, he's got to have a heroin habit, because that's just off-the-rails crazy!
The van gets broken because it provides a silly, manufactured oddity of them having to push-start it all the time. Greg Kinnear convinces a complete stranger to lend him their motorscooter (the mechanics of the discussion, a perfect opportunity to show Kinnear's motivational speaker character being persuasive, are stupefyingly left off-camera) purely because it allows the goofy image of him riding a rickety motorscooter on the freeway.
Gah, the more I think about this movie the more it's irritating me that it was nominated for a screenplay Oscar. |
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