That American ‘indie’ cinema isn’t what it once was is all too evident in this utterly innocuous concoction: two parts quirky-but-cute, one part pure mush.
Too often in the early scenes, Braff the director seems to be straining for effect – armoured knights wandering through kitchens, hamster stuff – to compensate for Braff the actor’s uninvolvingly flat performance, but Portman’s energy and expertise enliven things when she finally turns up. In fact, she almost succeeds in distracting us from the fact that all the contrived wackiness is really a smokescreen for routine romantic plot development; a tryst beside a log fire marks the moment when the plot’s formulaic trappings are laid bare for all to see, and the film never recovers.
This is a movie where ‘sensitivity’ and ‘sincerity’ are signposted by songs by Paul Simon and Nick Drake, which I guess says it all. Not subtle.
|Release date:||Friday December 10 2004|
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You fail to see Braff isn't creating a masterpiece. Life isn't fun. It is a struggle of boring. He's displaying how life really is. He isn't trying to show a cool movie. When he talks to his dad and days he's been numb it isn't a spectacular moment. It's a moment where people who have been on Prozac, xanex, etc say yes. It's a glimmer of understanding where the only other thing we relate to is American psycho. I'm not crazy. I'm relatable. Garden state gets it. You don't. Because you don't get being depresed
There's no doubting the sensitivity and sincerity on display in this film but with such a paper- thin plot it's hard to engage . . . . Basically the plot is . . `depressed guy returns to home-town and meets pretty girl who cheers him up. `. . .. That's about it . . .. . . On the plus side, there's a lot of quirky humour and rustic eccentricity which reveals an America you don't see in the Hollywood products . . . but . . . . unfortunately, despite its downbeat charm the film can't compensate for a basic lack of plot . . . . As Geoff Andrew indicates in the Time Out review . . .the music exudes tan indulgence and sentimentalism which sabotage the film's attempts to give a harder edge to the anti-hero's critique of small-town America. . . To sum up , this film is a sort of diluted Catcher in the Rye with the music of Paul Simon as a sweetener . . . However, Natalie Portman's performance livens things up considerably . . . Worth seeing. .