film review: Rachel Getting Married
Anne Hathaway shreds her good girl princess image
into tiny pieces portraying a gal with issues on a pass from rehab
to attend her sisters wedding in the sprawling family home in
suburban Connecticut.
We’ve all known someone a bit like her and perhaps we
all fear we have some of her in us. You know the type, the
sun and moon revolves around her. Even her sister’s wedding
is somehow all about her. She can hijack anyone’s special
moment by turning the attention back on herself. Oh sorry,
i’m digressing into a painful memory of a self centered reporter
i once hung out with. Ok, really, no, it’s because i’m bitter,
i’ve never once in my whole life been a bridesmaid, not once.
Oh right, this isn’t about me, so back to the film.
This film is a republican’s nightmare.
Imagine a hell consisting of one big long endless wedding party
with elements from a year’s worth of Berkeley weddings.
We’re talking diversity on crack with imaginary sparklers and fire crackers
and a band that never ever shuts up. The theme is Indian for some unexplained
reason, but then there’s the New Orleans style dance
troupe and the rapper and the jazz and the really white family marrying
into the really black family, but that doesn’t explain the asian couple and
again, what the heck’s with the Indian theme?
And can we talk camera work for a minute? Yes, it’s like watching someone’s
home video with the shaky, panning, editing in the camera look that’s so
popular these days. Just like broadcast television, the bean counters and the
executive producers have colluded to convince us that amateur videography and
poor quality video is completely acceptable. It’s so darn real. Art for the people.
Thankfully, none of those eye sucking zooms or cheesy effects buttons were pushed.
This is a great think piece on family dynamics and really completely
exhausting. In a good way.
I can’t wait for Extreme Rachel Wedding IV to be released on
Sony PlayStation.
