Going into see I Heart Huckabees, I was expecting a witty comedy about something. I wasn’t sure what that something was but I knew it would be something. Instead I saw a piece of masterbating neuroticism in which the entire cast sans Mark Wahlberg tries to be involved in some inside, high-brow joke.
Except the joke is that there really isn’t all that to get or laugh about. The posers in the theater that applauded the film afterwords probably felt a sense of enlightenment and an ego boost that “I was intelligent enough to laugh in all of the right places.” This is a hack job of Charlie Kaufman, Paul Thomas Anderson and every other director who has worked with ideas of the metaphysical in their films. And it was bad.
The only way this film could have been less enjoyable for me is if Woody Allen had directed and played the lead role.
I was just listening to Madonna - Paradise (Not For Me)