Just because Derek Connolly's IMDB profile sports a shot of him holding a Waldo Salt Screenwriting Award doesn't mean that he embodies the free speech vigilantes that ended the Age of McCarthyism. His best efforts only safeguard the fleeting attention span of our culture. Examine the "intricacies" of this movie which makes Time Travel look like late-90's Richard Gere Romantic-Comedy. You have Mark Duplass mumble-coring quantum physics mumbo jumbo at a supermarket while Aubrey Piaza's overuse of foundation and negative body fat excite his loins. Dissect if you will, this cutesy indie flick, which plays like an episode of The New Girl set to the pantomime heartbeat of David O Russel's worst work (Huckabees is still a deity removed from this watery-stool tale of finding the true self). McCarthyism faded with the birth of Kerouac and Ginsberg, but its legacy of mind control is well and alive today and people like Connolly and director Colin Trevorrow only hold the vail over the mind's eye.
Andrew W. Saul is a unfounded prick. His pandering of the Medical Community is easily debased by any person with minimal knowledge of medicine. The Documentary makes some basic points about our sad state of food consumption, which is definitely a subset of a consumer culture spiraling deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of mind control, but that doesn't mean people like Andrew W. Saul should be given air time. His dualistic "I'm right and everyone else is wrong" solution to the issue is exactly THE issue!!!!!
We can't take 1 single step forward as a common humanity until we respect the ancient tradition of collaborating with each other to create new ways and ideas, and to write off the entire medical community is just dumb. Why not attack our legislature, and the lack of proper regulatory Government bodies on Pharmaceutical Companies? Why not help Doctors actually survive in the increasingly oligarchical fascism of this country. Why not help all types of hard working Americans, who are having an increasingly harder and harder time performing simple, honest jobs as the ruling class (aka Fascist Media/Government/Celebrity) practices mind control and predatory propaganda docs emanate the Anti-Gandhi seeking their piece of the pie.
Yes, quite obviously, Pharmaceutical companies and the powers that be in a large portion of the medical community are purely out to make more money, but that doesn't mean that "all medicine and science is a hoax" and that YOU, THE COMMON DUPED VICTIM OF SOCIETY should take Niacin to make all your problems vanish in a nasally wisp of air reminiscent of Mr. Saul's snarky glibness.
The smartest person on this doc is David Wolfe and he's a raw veg, yoga-guru with a plastic giraffe coddling his backside. More power to him, but lesser followers of the cutesy Buddhist lifestyle branded by him are EXACTLY THE TARGET AUDIENCE of the pile of political propaganda poo and the wellness of their lives are cartoonish at best.
The MARGINALLY SMARTER members of society will gawk and squawk just like the CONTROLLED DUMB MASSES about this doc. Both groups are held in contempt by the wacko talking heads, complete with their Yellow Journalism, transparently divisive and scientifically barren.
There's really no difference between the target audience of Buddha-rubbing white yuppies and the "mindless" masses. Most people, middle-class interest groups included, are people who don't understand the big picture enough to see the difference between this movie and a McDonald's commercial. There is a difference, but it's not much. Sure, the philosophies on display here are about healthy eating, healthy lifestyle and seemingly acquiring knowledge about the truths kept hidden from common society since the dawn of modern medicine, but as the doc goes on, it turns into a blatant lampooning of the medical community, utterly devoid of big picture thinking that was merely eluded to in the opening of the doc.
Great. Fine. The medical community is a joke. Pharmaceutical companies are a joke. Great. Fine. What's so special about that claim? Everything that is mind control is a joke. Including, but not limited to, this sorry excuse for a documentary.
Terence "Terry" Black wrote 1 movie in his life. After which, he wrote some episodes of Tales from the Crypt, Silk Stockings and 2 Video Games. Terry wanted desperately to carry the torch of 80's cop comedy into the realm of Horror, but unfortunately Terry can't write. This movie has the quite possibly the most asinine script ever. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. There's really nothing to say. You hope you're watching a satire, but you're not. It just keeps going along and they play it straight. Piscopo speaks almost entirely in one-liners that makes "Call the Cobra" seem like "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." Utterly pointless pain is the only way to describe this movie. If you're into getting loaded with friends and discovering why you are far better than most people that actually write and make movies, this would be a great movie to watch. The only think I know about Terry is that he got married in a cemetery. I wish him the best and hope that he and his bride are living happily ever after. It would've been kinda cool if Terry pulled a Robert Hiltzik, and never made another attempt at a movie, TV, video game or big screen, but he fizzled out the sad way. I guess this is why Sleepaway Camp is cold hard proof of an authentic artist, while Dead Heat is a cancerous tumor living inside Joe Piscopo's beautiful buttocks.
The greatest movie that never was. Carl Sagan's brilliance is alien to 95% percent of humanity, so it's fitting that while Robert Zemeckis is a wonderful director who had previously nailed another notable family-oriented Sci-Fi movie, his talents were somewhat wasted on conveying ALL of what makes Sagan so genius. Obviously, Contact went for the mainstream jugular and fit the proverbial bill with big names, some of which were great, and others that failed miserably. Tom Skerritt and Rob Lowe and even James Woods were either off-putting or used poorly in my opinion, while McConaughey and Foster shined. Angela Bassett's character was 90's token black federal employee troupey and Jake Busey (as the symbol for Faith attempting to stand in the way of Truth) was perhaps the most off-putting. Were we watching Starship Troopers??? I don't mean to sell Contact short because of some tacky "A-" Hollywood Casting, because there are other Blockbuster qualities about it that worked like the amazing Foster and McConaughey performances and the wonderfully Time Machine sequences and effects. Other problems occurred for me where Contact couldn't decide quite what it wanted to be: a sappy family-oriented sci-fi fantasy or the most relevant epic tale to grace theatre since 2001: A Space Odyssey. The opening with Foster as a child was very 90's troupey nonsense that really could've been omitted and spliced in a dream sequence flashbacks that possessed more of a nuanced sci-fi tone. Other that than, I felt there were some very oddly frantic set up scenes where characters interacted in implausible ways. One such example is when Foster arrives at the party and McConaughey hands here a champagne glass that he, apparently, was just holding onto all night???? All this critique aside, one can't deny that Zemeckis captures the seriousness of Sagan's themes and causes the viewer to feel for both Foster and all of humanity throughout the movie. I was choked up constantly. He achieves this while still delivering a solid Sci-Fi movie. Yes...it should've been darker and clearer in vision, but I understand this is difficult given that Sagan is not dark. Eternally worth a watch, probably not for its brilliance as a film now or later, but for its undeniable success at taking the morals and visions and words of sagan and casting them into the realm of contemporary accessibility. This is important, even if Videodrome fans tell you it's not.