I think this movie is a great, but it is anything more than a critique of a certain culture? Besides its message, none of its other film qualities seemed exemplary.
The thing is, its not really a critique of hipsters. Portlandia was a critique of hipsters. This was some weird character study of a sociopath rich kid who just happened to be a hipster. If you cut out all of the "deep" scenes where hes joking about his dad dying, or something like that, its just a movie about a bunch of unfunny hipsters running around drinking about being assholes.
sigh . . .
“Hipster” is a term co-opted for use as a meaningless pejorative in order to vaguely call someone else’s authenticity into question and, by extension, claim authenticity for yourself.
It serves no conversational function and imparts no information, save for indicating the opinions and preferences of the speaker.
Meanwhile, a market myth has sprung up around the term, as well as a cultural bogeyman consisting of elusive white 20-somethings who wear certain clothes (but no one will agree on what), listen to certain music (no one can agree on this either), and act a certain way (you’ve probably sensed the pattern on your own).
You can’t define what “that kind of behavior or fashion or lifestyle” actually is, nor will you ever be able to. That’s because you don’t use “hipster” to describe an actual group of people, but to describe a fictional stereotype that is an outlet for literally anything that annoys you.
The twist, of course, is that if it weren’t for your own insecurities, nothing that a “hipster” could do or wear would ever affect you emotionally. But you are insecure about your own authenticity - “Do I wear what I wear because I want to? Do I listen to my music because I truly like it? I’m certainly not like those filthy hipsters!” - so you project those feelings.
Suffice it to say, no one self-identifies as a hipster; the term is always applied to an Other, to separate the authentic Us from the inauthentic, “ironic” Them.
tfw this movie made me like myself and my friends less
>2.7 metres square with 1.4m high walls. The ‘Universe’ was surrounded by 16 tunnels leading to food, water and burrows. No predators, no scarcity, the mice would have to be blind to not see the utopia around them. At least it began as Utopia. Four breeding pairs of mice were introduced into Universe 1. After 104 days they adjusted to the new world and the population began to grow, doubling every 55 days. By day 315 the population reached 620. Then is stopped. The population grew much more slowly as the mice came against the limit of space, their only limiting frontier.
>Society broke. Young were expelled before they had been properly weaned and were arbitrarily attacked by excessive aggressive male mice. Females became more aggressive, non-dominant males became passive, not retaliating to attacks. The last healthy birth came on the 600th day. Then there were no new mice. Then there were none.
>After day 600, the male mice just stopped defending their territory, listless mice congregated in the centres of the Universe. These gangs would burst into pointless and sporadic violence. Females stopped reproducing and even started attacking their own young. Mortality rose phenomenally. Roaming mice either attacked or attempted to mount others, irrespective of relation or gender, cannibalism and other acts of depravity consumed them. These were the feral ones. Then there were the ‘beautiful ones.’
>The ‘beautiful ones’ withdrew themselves ever so quietly, removing themselves from the sick society. Solitary pursuits began to define them; eating, drinking and grooming among others. No scars on their back or hairs out-of-place, these mice behaved like a separate race. They saw the world through their narrow scopes, as they tossed, turned and tried to cope.
the movie echoes some of the best absurdist theatre from the mid 20th century. It is an inferior version of course, but a lot of the dialouge and interactions echo beckett, albee, pinter. Cinematography was nice too
welcome to 2011 guys
you idiot. hipsters are all these people pushing 30 that want to pretend they are kids forever because they know their lives suck and liked living off their parents way too much
basically, what emo and scene kids grew up to be
and anyone who gets offended by the term
if you liked the kind of interactions and atmosphere in the movie, just google Theatre of the Absurd. the plays are generally short and produce the same atmosphere. id recommend the birthday party by harold pinter, whos afraid of virginia woolfe by edward albee, buried child by sam shepard
holy shit man. I've seen a lot of people complain about how 'diversity' is one sided and make fun of black people but I've never seen someone go into fucking sketchtown in new york and say that to their faces
> he calls them niggas
> he makes fun of being from 'the hood'
> he tells them the places could use some diversity
honestly don't know how he didn't get beat the fuck up
three minutes is not a fucking chance
giving up on a movie after three minutes is fucking stupid, if you watch 30 minutes of a movie and hate it then I'll accept it. Tim Heidecker's acting in The Comedy is nothing like how he usually acts, and if you hadn't been a moron and watched the movie for a bit you'd know that
>This guy doesn't like what I like. Let's call him names. That'll show him.
You don't need to watch a third of the movie to give it a chance. It's beyond retarded to forcefeed yourself something you don't like.
I think this is exactly it. he didn't get scared (or at least hid it as best as he could) and people were just puzzled by it. if he had shown just the slightest doubt or fear he would have died that night.
I once sat through the entirety of Enter the Void. All bird's eye panning shot past people fucking and zooming on brightly colored object 9 hours of it. I wish I could have that time back.