Sunday, September 10, 2006

Zach Braff, please find some real problems.


Then, and only then, make another movie coincidently starring yourself. Garden State was good. Except for the forced Hollywood ending. I know you're supposed to write what you know. But seriously. It's not that hard being 30-year-old upper middle class white man in America with family and friends that obviously care about you. If you are still experiencing existential ennui, Zach, go to a developing nation and then reexamine your life. If you don't have that kind of time, take a walk along Wilshire Blvd from Santa Monica, through Westwood and Beverly Hills, all the way to Downtown LA. I'm sure you'll be able to find some people in your own neighborhood who can provide you with stories of real dire straits. Yes, overmedication featured in your first opus was valid problem to deal with. But being a dick and contemplating cheating on your fiancee because you can't figure out the meaning of life does not make your follow-up protagonist someone to care about.

Brian Palmer's blog entry, Zach Braff’s 10 Easy Tips for Writing Films About Twenty-Somethings®, really does it for me. So satisfying.

One day I hope to create equally culty works of art that future generations can tear apart in their blogs. That way, I'll know I have truly arrived.

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