Just when I thought Ben Sachs had gone and possibly finally written something of redeemable value, he writes an article on watching Interstellar while baked without even bothering to get off the couch to watch Interstellar while baked. Pflllthththththttt...
Weirdly off base review. I'm not sure if Mr. Sachs was hoping for some Ingmar Bergman-like meditation on life, death and foie gras, or if he's just being a persnickety bitch for no discernible reason. Either way, the bit about Favreau being "terminally naive about what it means to be an independent artist" seems very much like the words of a writer with either an axe to grind or too little experience to understand the difference between a lightweight comedy and a self-importance piece of cinematic drivel. If you like to cook and dig food truck culture, and don't come in expecting an Academy Award winning drama, you'll probably enjoy this funny and sympathetic portrayal of a dysfunctional modern chef who loves what he does for a living. It's no Tampopo, or even Big Night, but "so thin and bland it doesn't even inspire contempt?" Damn dude, who pissed in your Post Toasties?
Wild guess: Thomas K is not in the ideal Spritz Burger target demographic.
Naw. You're still cool, Key Ingredient.
I agree with your synopsis that this film is "about someone realizing he's reached the limits of his talent and it hasn't taken him nearly as far as he'd hoped to go. It's pretty much what happens to most of us." It's exceedingly rare to hear stories about working musicians or artists of any sort who grind their way through a scene for years and years never achieving beyond a moderate level of success. The thing is, being able to do something like that professionally IS the definition of success to a lot of people, and being able to say "I opened for Dylan at the Gaslight" is a lifetime achievement very few musicians would ever be so lucky to have as a part of their legacy. I agree that there wasn't much in the way of joy in the film, and the fact that Llewyn never seemed to love any music except for his own most probably contributed to his lack of success. The character of Antoine Batiste in HBO's Tremé (RIP) is sort of the antithesis of Llewyn - his passion and joy is palpable, and he is able to scrape by with help from his community because he is actually beloved and willing to help others beyond himself.
Yes, this guy has too much time on his hands, and yes he is awesome. Funny stuff.
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