2142: "Wackness": I never thought I would feel nostalgic about 1994. Part of the idea of this movie is to feel nostalgic about New York in 1994. Kurt Cobain is dead, the Notorius B.I.G was alive, and people were starting to feel Rudy Guiliani. (And, yes, they did show the Twin Towers, damnit) The movie is pretty much a coming-of-age variety with the high school graduate protagonist making a living selling pot and trying to get laid/find love. Oh, to be a teenager in 1994 again. I was able to relate to the character. He's the favorite dealer, but people just want his drugs. To paraphrase a critic, he's the one who everyone needs but no one wants. He's the sanest, smartest, and most mature of all of the characters--and this includes his loser parents. I saw this in a unique manner. I downed 2/3rds of a bottle of Portuguese wine from Atasca, so I started seeing this drunk. As the film progressed, I sobered up which mirrored how the character developed. It was surreal to see Ben Kingsley, Famke Janssen, and Jane Adams play really fucked up and stoned characters, proving once again that the grown-up is the adolescent drug dealer.
2143: "Love Comes Lately": Disjointed. I was better off with a hangover since I saw this right after seeing "Wackness". It was about an elderly writer on a lecture circuit with reality blurred with the stories within the film. The ending was inconclusive. This is what happens when one tries to mix three short stories into a film.