Writer/director Richard Linklater can be a very acquired taste. To some he’s the epitaph of teenage revolt, revel and ruminations; a clever vox pop of youth in any given setting and their trials and social tribulations are woven carefully into the subtext.
Or, as in the case of Everybody Wants Some!!, Linklater can be infuriatingly annoying and unmask what we all fear to be true; that he’s a chancer riding on the success of Slacker and later Oscar-bait such as Boyhood.
There’s no point in telling you about two things. First up is the story. There isn’t one, save to say, a boy named Jake arrives at college in 1980 a weekend before his classes start and mixes into a clique of mostly bearded, tight-jean wearing misogynists. Second, I cannot remember any of the characters exclusively as they sort of all meld into one giant unpleasant vomit ball of sexism.
The opening scene would no doubt do Michael Bay proud. Linklater passing no opportunities up to shoot at great length the bottoms of the freshman teenage girls. it’s all under the guise, of course, of the leering boys in the car as they examine the talent before heading off to a party. Jake, the closest we get to a protagonist (simply because he’s new, and very charming) becomes the centre of attention – and will eventually attract a meaningful relationship to Beverley, who’s treated with slightly more dignity by the camerawork.
What results is a two-hour borefest of extremely lame jokes (actually, they’re more observations) and when the ‘dudes’ aren’t stereotyping themselves as future revenge porn stars with their trite and dull dialogue, they’re attempting to dance at the innumerable nightclubs we find ourselves in.
The entire affair is a colossal bore. It’s pretty much the worst of Kevin Smith meets the worst of Linklater himself. My attention drifted away to other things at a few points in the film, and at about the halfway mark I decided that the film had nothing to say, and nowhere left to go. This revelation proved to be something of an overstatement. It treads the same ground as the unnecessary final twenty minutes of Boyhood, and attempts to throw in some quirky characters along the way. These characters come across as desperate. The entire movie flat-lines early on. I’m here to tell you that the resuscitation not only doesn’t work, but an attempt never even bothers happening.
I guess – on a positive note – you could argue that the eighties soundtrack is well put together. Sure, no problem there. But that’s hardly a dizzying feat when clearly all your budget has been stoking those particular fires.
There were a good dozen people laughing regularly throughout the movie at the ‘jokes’. I failed to find any of them funny, as the characters are so atrociously drawn (though no doubt fairly accurate) and are very hard to like given their extremely chauvinistic attitudes. I felt sorry for the women in the movie.
I felt even more sorry for any future audience who may find themselves sitting in front of the damn thing.
Author: Andrew Mackay
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