Broken Flowers

Maybe it was because I was so gosh-darn tired, but I just couldn’t get into this movie. I saw it late last night out in Berkeley and it had already been a long day for me after being up since 6am to help make sure Susi & CPW caught their early flight out of SFO that morning. Then I meet up with Angela in the city, where we hanged out there for a bit and grabbed a late breakfast (more like lunch) before meeting up with some friends of hers over by UC Berkeley. The brief outing became dinner which afterwards extended itself to “let’s see a flick” which at that point was just past 11pm, and I ain’t young like I used to be. Now don’t get me wrong, I had a blast hanging with Angela and her peeps, but seeing Broken Flowers at that point, after such a busy day, was like having to endure a twelve round boxing match with Mike Tyson and the worse part about it was that no matter how hard I tired I simply could NOT fall asleep in the theater; partly due to the seats being very uncomfortable.

The very fact that I have so far written nothing about the film itself should tell you something about it: DON’T BELIEVE THE OSCAR HYPE AROUND IT. This movie is a yawner. Even with the admirable minimalist performance by Bill Murray (whom I normally love) I still thought it was blah. The overall arty-farty approach is way overrated, and the only notable thing about the movie was a naked Alexis Dziena and even that barely kept my interest. All I got from this movie was a stiff back, lost time and a $7 hole in my pocket. Next.

1½ STARS out of four.

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