If it ever comes up, I'll say that I applied to two colleges, though I might be exaggerating that tally by one. If I remember correctly, everybody in my graduating class (of thirty-three) had to apply to the nearby University of Hawai'i, whether we intended to go there or not. It was a lone piece of paper, where we checked some boxes and signed our names on the back. Seriously. Where it went after that, who the f--k knows, so, let's officially label that one as a possible application. The other one? Well, I was accepted right away. And clearly, it's worked out for me. I mean, I write a blog.
As our first movie since my wife delivered our daughter Violet, I thought Admission was going to be perfect. Since day and night have blended into she pooped again? my original plan was to Redbox the shortest friggin' movie in the machine and pray to Jeebus that I could finish it. But as the sweet smell of freedom/gasoline swirled around me at our local Royal Farms, so did the feeling of guilt. I had to include my wife, even if I knew there was no way in Hell she would finish it. And who better to entertain my pahlawan than her hero, right? Well...
Turns out Admission isn't that good. Kind of at all. Despite starring two incredibly likable and talented people like Tina Fey and Paul Rudd, there's something incredibly off about the entire flick. Frustratingly, we spend too much time with characters we don't really care about (I'm looking at you Mom), and not enough time with those we do (Rudd). Fey, who can be hysterical, rarely gets to let loose as she plays the straight-laced tight ass, Portia. Whenever she finally explodes, it feels forced and surprisingly, extra ridiculous. Potentially the biggest offender however, is the the fact that the whole damn movie, revolving around someone who is a f--king wizard with forms and applications, allows a typo (or a smudge?) to knock everything on its ass. Maybe that's the point of the whole thing, or maybe the whole thing doesn't have a point.
The admissions department at Princeton is an interesting place to set the dreaded dramedy (sorry, I hate those bullshit non-word words). The process of selecting an incoming class in fascinating, and often portrayed in an entertainingly clever way. Unfortunately, the theme of letting someone in runs through each and every aspect of the story and damn near suffocates any of the fun. Seriously, take any character in the film and they aren't allowing someone or something access. This incredible metaphor of admission? I get it. I do. And I didn't even get into an Ivy League school. Though I did request an application to Yale. Seriously. Almost started filling it out, too.
Speaking of something completely misguided and hopeless, here is the latest round of the Yays and Boos. They never got into Higher Learning, but they did see it theatrically. Kristy Swanson? Oh, she's a Yay.
University of Hawai'i.
I'll even help her with the application. At least the front, anyway. She can sign her own name.
Turns out Admission isn't that good. Kind of at all. Despite starring two incredibly likable and talented people like Tina Fey and Paul Rudd, there's something incredibly off about the entire flick. Frustratingly, we spend too much time with characters we don't really care about (I'm looking at you Mom), and not enough time with those we do (Rudd). Fey, who can be hysterical, rarely gets to let loose as she plays the straight-laced tight ass, Portia. Whenever she finally explodes, it feels forced and surprisingly, extra ridiculous. Potentially the biggest offender however, is the the fact that the whole damn movie, revolving around someone who is a f--king wizard with forms and applications, allows a typo (or a smudge?) to knock everything on its ass. Maybe that's the point of the whole thing, or maybe the whole thing doesn't have a point.
The admissions department at Princeton is an interesting place to set the dreaded dramedy (sorry, I hate those bullshit non-word words). The process of selecting an incoming class in fascinating, and often portrayed in an entertainingly clever way. Unfortunately, the theme of letting someone in runs through each and every aspect of the story and damn near suffocates any of the fun. Seriously, take any character in the film and they aren't allowing someone or something access. This incredible metaphor of admission? I get it. I do. And I didn't even get into an Ivy League school. Though I did request an application to Yale. Seriously. Almost started filling it out, too.
Speaking of something completely misguided and hopeless, here is the latest round of the Yays and Boos. They never got into Higher Learning, but they did see it theatrically. Kristy Swanson? Oh, she's a Yay.
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| Mr. Rudd, on a scale of one to ten, what would you give this flick? |
Yaaaaaay!
- Rudd. I don't care if the movie's not that good, I f--king love Paul Rudd. Bonus points for him playing a teacher, too. I bet you guys feel like a bunch of assholes.
- Not that I've mentioned it, but there's a kid in this that Fey has to get into Stanford. I liked this guy. He was quirky, but not to a fault. Solid.
- Speaking of solid dudes, Nelson the Ugandan orphan is another one. Could've been annoying and shitty, this kid ruled.
- Even though her ex's new lady, Helen, is a huge bitch (she's referred to as a Woolf-twat), she's kind of funny, too. Loved her bit in the convertible.
- And finally, the ultimate Yay. This is one of the rare times that I watched a chick flick alone while the girl snored the entire time and it was the greatest thing ever. I'm not talking about my wife, though she was asleep, too. Just not curled up on my shoulder.
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| Wallace Shawn. The voice of bureaucracy. |
Booooooo!
- Holy shit, her mother, played by Lily Tomlin, was the worst. Maybe, just maybe, she redeems herself in the end, but I couldn't stand her throughout.
- She constantly runs into her ex, and instead of getting progressively funnier, it gets increasingly stupid. And annoying. And typical of these movies.
- Also typical, is the scene where the stuffy lady and the kooky guy do something she would never do. Usually, it's an impromptu dance, or saying f--k it and enjoying the rain. It's usually an exhilirating Here, it's deliver a calf. This scene is useless bullshit. Literally.
- Alumni Guy. What a douche. Well, prick, actually.
- Other Admissions Lady. You's a cold bitch. Selling Portia out like that.
- I feel sorry for the Ecuadorians! Worst burn ever.
- And finally, maybe I was just tired, but it really would have been great if this movie had just been funny. Not sappy, not dramatic. Just funny.
University of Hawai'i.
I'll even help her with the application. At least the front, anyway. She can sign her own name.