Post Grad
Alexis Bledel, Carol Burnett, Michael Keaton, Jane Lynch, J.K. Simmons (in a throwaway role), Fred Armisen (in essentially a cameo) and Craig Robinson (Darryl from The Office in another cameo basically).
Girl graduates from college with big dreams, has trouble finding a job, ends up back with her nutty family where she discovers who she is and what's important to her.
Netflix delivered this although it wasn't in my queue. Thanks Netflix, I guess now that you're in your anaconda death throes you'll start fucking things up.
Quirky movie held back by a frustrating mix of over the top hamming it up (Keaton and Burnett) and stiffly wooden, emotionless portrayals (Alexis and her wanna-be-beau Zach Gilford).
Burnett's surgically altered face was a distraction. She's fucking gross.
Keaton, who was once a promising actor, just channeled a combination of Beetlejuice and Lindsay Lohan's dad from the Herbie movie.
Lynch looks like a big bull dyke lesbian so the effort to pass her off as Keaton's wife interest was flatter than a flitter.
The story itself was okay, but it tried to meld too many movies all at once. If it had focused on the retardo kid and his relationship to Keaton's character, fine. If it had focused on Burnett's preoccupation with death, good. If it had developed a triangle between Alexis, Gilford and Mr. Brazil next door, cool. If it had confined itself to her struggle to find her identity while searching for a job, awesome. If it had decided to be a comedy, great. If it chose to tell a dramatic story of personal discovery, I'm there. If it wanted to trifle with romance, I could deal. But to try to horn all of that (and then some) into the same film?
It ended up doing none of it very well. Too much of it was left partially baked and a lot wasn't cooked at all.
If this film is Alexis Bledel's resume, she may get that job search experience she pretended to get here. She's cute, but there are a ton of cute girls out there and a lot of them can act, too.
I kept watching Alexis and wishing hard for Emma Stone, ya know?