From the opening scene, this engaging and entertaining film transported me back to a wonderful place and time: a place and time when you could go to the movies, not get insulted and actually experience the quaint cinematic attributes of plot, character development, dialog, plot, character development, dialog, dialog, plot, plot, dialog and character development. You know, the qualities that have since been replaced with the venal and ubiquitous cinematic devices of gratuitous sex, violence, explosions, stunts, special effects, dull and predictable stupid retread stories and plastic Barbie and Ken dolls masquerading as actors in dramas with the depth of a Tide commercial.
The audience for this movie should ideally consist of people with a sense of humor, who had a life, have a life, and have a passing familiarity with what constitutes a good party. In other words, people with an IQ over 90. Man haters need not apply because, for openers, most women depicted in the film are drawn from the male perspectivehow they see us according to me, how we are according to my husband. ( Maybe man haters ought to see this film to gain an insight into why they may be experiencing such emptiness in their social life because they want men to be different that what they are, and in this movie, normal men are realistically depicted).
The overall story concerns aliens from outer space coming to meet the earthlings and the impact of this event on the lives of the party goers. The real story is the party. Any excuse to have a party. The world shattering event relates tangentially to the dialogs and relationships among the young people in the movie. However, my recollections of parties in Chapel Hill back in the late seventies also related tangentially to the world shattering event of going off into the real world. A similar terror we shared, smoking our joints around the kegs. The real world was as terrifying as aliens in a certain respect, and this is what I related to.
The characters were classic and right on. Blonde Melissa and Blonde Tom, the lovebirds playing kissy face reminded me of my summer roommates Blonde Kim and Blonde Gene, the health food freak lovebirds playing kissy face and nauseating the rest of us at Old Well Apartments. I knew a "Melissa and Tom" alright. They gave the rest of us a lot of material. Then there's Jack and Rachel. Jack, the all around, good natured attractive female lust inspiring well adjusted good guyI know you Jack. And got lucky a few times way back when. Then there's Rachel, the boring over emotional suburban pain in the ass drama queenI avoid you Rachel, I try not to get to know too many of your type. Pete the successful surfer boy attractive successful at making a good living bright guy who gets itI know you but you weren't really my type because face it, we women often make poor decisions by underestimating how a great quality like the ability to make an excellent living can override the normal non romantic male essence. Which brings me to Jill, the classically stupid whiny drama queen woman whose affair with Albert evidences her stupidity by underestimating the great money earning qualities of Pete, who gets it. Jill needs to meet the woman she's destined to become should she stick with Albert: a harried slag, working like a dog to support a chronically unemployable over intellectual ironic and annoying potential loser who probably is a spendthrift and womanizer to boot Oh Jill, unfortunately,I know way way too many of your type. Last but not least of the main characters is Albert, who is at the proverbial fork in the roadeither he is going to take a left and become the chronically unemployable over intellectual lazy, ironic and annoying potential loser who probably is a spendthrift and womanizer to boot (every adult thinking evolved woman's worst nightmare because we all know we are prone to seduction from this ilk) OR he takes the right and wakes up, grows up, repents and becomes an interesting human being. I won't give away the ending. But I will tell you, I knew a lot of Alberts and frankly, no party would be worth a damn without them.
In sum, I can honestly say this is an excellent intelligent movie and I highly recommend it to people without mental deficiencies or who live in the la la land of the mind. It has great editing, honest dialog, interesting secondary characters and destined to become a cult classic upon distribution.
The audience for this movie should ideally consist of people with a sense of humor, who had a life, have a life, and have a passing familiarity with what constitutes a good party. In other words, people with an IQ over 90. Man haters need not apply because, for openers, most women depicted in the film are drawn from the male perspectivehow they see us according to me, how we are according to my husband. ( Maybe man haters ought to see this film to gain an insight into why they may be experiencing such emptiness in their social life because they want men to be different that what they are, and in this movie, normal men are realistically depicted).
The overall story concerns aliens from outer space coming to meet the earthlings and the impact of this event on the lives of the party goers. The real story is the party. Any excuse to have a party. The world shattering event relates tangentially to the dialogs and relationships among the young people in the movie. However, my recollections of parties in Chapel Hill back in the late seventies also related tangentially to the world shattering event of going off into the real world. A similar terror we shared, smoking our joints around the kegs. The real world was as terrifying as aliens in a certain respect, and this is what I related to.
The characters were classic and right on. Blonde Melissa and Blonde Tom, the lovebirds playing kissy face reminded me of my summer roommates Blonde Kim and Blonde Gene, the health food freak lovebirds playing kissy face and nauseating the rest of us at Old Well Apartments. I knew a "Melissa and Tom" alright. They gave the rest of us a lot of material. Then there's Jack and Rachel. Jack, the all around, good natured attractive female lust inspiring well adjusted good guyI know you Jack. And got lucky a few times way back when. Then there's Rachel, the boring over emotional suburban pain in the ass drama queenI avoid you Rachel, I try not to get to know too many of your type. Pete the successful surfer boy attractive successful at making a good living bright guy who gets itI know you but you weren't really my type because face it, we women often make poor decisions by underestimating how a great quality like the ability to make an excellent living can override the normal non romantic male essence. Which brings me to Jill, the classically stupid whiny drama queen woman whose affair with Albert evidences her stupidity by underestimating the great money earning qualities of Pete, who gets it. Jill needs to meet the woman she's destined to become should she stick with Albert: a harried slag, working like a dog to support a chronically unemployable over intellectual ironic and annoying potential loser who probably is a spendthrift and womanizer to boot Oh Jill, unfortunately,I know way way too many of your type. Last but not least of the main characters is Albert, who is at the proverbial fork in the roadeither he is going to take a left and become the chronically unemployable over intellectual lazy, ironic and annoying potential loser who probably is a spendthrift and womanizer to boot (every adult thinking evolved woman's worst nightmare because we all know we are prone to seduction from this ilk) OR he takes the right and wakes up, grows up, repents and becomes an interesting human being. I won't give away the ending. But I will tell you, I knew a lot of Alberts and frankly, no party would be worth a damn without them.
In sum, I can honestly say this is an excellent intelligent movie and I highly recommend it to people without mental deficiencies or who live in the la la land of the mind. It has great editing, honest dialog, interesting secondary characters and destined to become a cult classic upon distribution.
