Dude, Where’s My Car? - I don’t remember a thing about it (and would likely not hate it today) but I just remember being so… exhausted at the comedy used. I looked at my friend and asked if they’d be open to leaving and they were like “oh yes, let’s leave JFC”
Slackercore at its peak. It is not high cinema, and barely even passable comedy. However, when it came out it was the continuation of the conversation started by Up In Smoke and continued by Beerfest and Knocked Up (all of which are terrible of course). Artisticly, I think the genre and general vibe of these movies is an important counterbalance to the achievements focused infinite-growth buy-new-shiny undercurrents of our culture. The drunk/high/broke/dumb loser protagonists and the shitty low-brow humour are in some ways a refreshing rejection of obligatory grind capitalist culture. They offer an alternative way of existing: a dropout from trying to be the best, a logically hedonistic response to a cold uncaring meaningless universe, a trauma response to an exploitive society that chews people up and spits them out regardless of how hard they toil.
I’m probably over-analyzing these and they were likely just junk that studios pumpednout to make a cheap buck, but regardless of the intent of their inception I think the “art” is worthy of discussing on its own merits, or rather importantly, lack thereof.
I agree wholeheartedly, but I guess my point is this: look at Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle v. Dude, Where’s My Car? and maybe the latter didn’t even put in the effort to even be slackercore? I honestly will likely watch this in the next week, and will likely have a great time, BUT, at the time I was 17 and my scruples were palpable
Outside of a really horribly aged joke about a MTF Stripper who self-identifies as a “Gender Challenged Male” dating an FTM guy who has no lines at all, it’s a fun time.
Dude, Where’s My Car? - I don’t remember a thing about it (and would likely not hate it today) but I just remember being so… exhausted at the comedy used. I looked at my friend and asked if they’d be open to leaving and they were like “oh yes, let’s leave JFC”
Slackercore at its peak. It is not high cinema, and barely even passable comedy. However, when it came out it was the continuation of the conversation started by Up In Smoke and continued by Beerfest and Knocked Up (all of which are terrible of course). Artisticly, I think the genre and general vibe of these movies is an important counterbalance to the achievements focused infinite-growth buy-new-shiny undercurrents of our culture. The drunk/high/broke/dumb loser protagonists and the shitty low-brow humour are in some ways a refreshing rejection of obligatory grind capitalist culture. They offer an alternative way of existing: a dropout from trying to be the best, a logically hedonistic response to a cold uncaring meaningless universe, a trauma response to an exploitive society that chews people up and spits them out regardless of how hard they toil.
I’m probably over-analyzing these and they were likely just junk that studios pumpednout to make a cheap buck, but regardless of the intent of their inception I think the “art” is worthy of discussing on its own merits, or rather importantly, lack thereof.
I agree wholeheartedly, but I guess my point is this: look at Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle v. Dude, Where’s My Car? and maybe the latter didn’t even put in the effort to even be slackercore? I honestly will likely watch this in the next week, and will likely have a great time, BUT, at the time I was 17 and my scruples were palpable
If you were only 17 when you watched it and found it immature, you are unlikely to enjoy it this go-around.
Outside of a really horribly aged joke about a MTF Stripper who self-identifies as a “Gender Challenged Male” dating an FTM guy who has no lines at all, it’s a fun time.