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It's adolescent-male wish-fulfillment of the basest sort, really--a fanboy's fantasy splashed on screen: Wow, whouldn't it be cool if I met my favorite writer ever and he was this really cool guy and he really liked me and I got to meet all these bands and we'd be really good friends and all the girls would think I was really cool and...
The fact that it's based on the writer's own true life story makes the thinly-written female characters even more inexcusable: William's mother is the one obvious exception, although the impression she made was helped immeasurably by Frances McDormand's performance. But really, "Penny Lane" was just embarrassing.
That said, it did peg the fact that I can confirm from my personal experiences in bands--that most musicians are crass, dull, self-absorbed ("I am a golden god," indeed) and none too fucking bright, and that the scenesters are even worse.
Re: the shitness of the soundtrack: I think that was kind of the point--that the music, Stillwater's music in particular, that seemed so important and meant so much to all involved, was in fact mediocre at best.
Which is why it sort of surprises me to hear so much praise showered upon the film (and, in another thread, the music of the 1970s) here by our British friends--here I thought it was us Americans who didn't understand irony. |
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