I can't believe the shit I'm willing to sit through just because I like Jensen Ackles. Ten Inch Hero was okay, I guess, but plays more like something Nora Ephron had cobbled together in an afternoon in her backyard. What I was expecting was a film similar in tone to Empire… More
I can't believe the shit I'm willing to sit through just because I like Jensen Ackles. Ten Inch Hero was okay, I guess, but plays more like something Nora Ephron had cobbled together in an afternoon in her backyard. What I was expecting was a film similar in tone to Empire Records, about quirky people connecting against the backdrop of a sandwich shop (one of my many loves). Romantic comedies are all well and good, but as a fan of narrative deconstructions on Cracked.com, I've come to demand a lot more from escapist drivel. The female protagonists in this movie are all neurotic messes or emotional cripples: there's the woman who stands up her internet boyfriend because she thinks that he's too hot to like her, the nymphochick who'll screw anyone except the smoldering Goth guy she works with and, my personal favorite, the young woman who fancies herself an artist that has taken to psychotically stalking her neighbour because she's under the impression that his daughter is the child she gave up when she was young. Is the creepiness of her behaviour invisible to the world of this movie? One of the things I resented about this movie is that it falls into the trap of so many teen movies in that it implies that the best way to score the affections of your crush is to throw away your own identity and forge a new one to better suit thier tastes. It's so sad. It also taught me that the object of your obsession will forgive obviously malignant behaviour if you can prove that you meant well, and that promiscuity is not a sign of freaky sexual appetites, but rather of emotional immaturity. I don't expect a lot of realism from rom-coms, but this movie was utterly fraught with reminders of its own artifice and contrivance. Jobs seemingly fall out of the sky in Santa Cruz, and the samdwich shop is run by a dude who's so laid back that he's willing to shut down his business while half his unprofessional staff absconds with his bus on a road trip so that one of them can get laid. I for one would never eat at Beach City Grill. Not only is the service terrible, but food safety standards here seem to be a little bit lax. If you won't respect each others' feelings, closed adoption laws or the rules of fashion, at least respect the mighty sandwich!