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"I remember it as a tiny grove. Now it resembles a forest."

By Steven Lloyd Wilson | Posted Under Film Reviews | Comments (29)



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It’s Kind of a Funny Story starts out strong, ends up meandering for a while, and then eventually coasts to an ending. We know it’s the ending mostly because the credits roll. None of the issues that started the film’s momentum in the first act are resolved or dealt with except in the most cursory ways. The film begins with sixteen year-old Craig (Keir Gilchrist) having a dream in which he rides his bike to the Brooklyn Bridge, climbs over the cables, and prepares to jump. He’s interrupted by his family who proceed to harangue him about how he didn’t think of how suicide would affect them. Not because of the impact of his death, but because he just left his bike on the bridge, and it was very selfish not to consider that they paid good money for the bike and that one day his little sister will need that bike, etc. Craig wakes up, goes to a hospital and checks himself into a psych ward because he feels like committing suicide.

Once inside of course, shit gets real, as the Internet assures me kids say these days. Craig is horrified to find that not only are they going to call his parents, but that they’re not just going to give him a pill and send him home. Getting yourself checked into a mental ward for being a suicide risk means that you’re staying in for five days at a minimum. He then gets to meet the assorted colorful side characters that are mandatory in any film set in a psych ward. There is the transvestite, the obligatory schizophrenic shouting funny things at nobody, the threatening Orthodox Jew who gets in the face of anyone who speaks on the phone too loudly and Zach Galifianakis playing the sad clown variation on his usual character. Oh and Emma Roberts is there too, because whenever you have a quiet and nervous teenage boy there needs to be someone his own age to be thunderously quirky and cute because otherwise who would he kiss at the end of the film?

The motley assortment of ward denizens manages to avoid the worst cliches of stories set in such places, but in doing so cuts out everything that makes the setting interesting. The characters are quirky and harmless, which makes them mildly entertaining while gelding both the comedic and dramatic potential of seriously psychologically compromised individuals. Take the darkness, whether tragic or humorous, out of a psych ward movie and all that you’re left with are wacky sitcom characters.

But the problem is that at no point does the movie ever convince the audience that Craig’s problems are significant in any way. Yeah he’s stressed as hell at his fancy ass little school with his overachieving friends and feels like his head is going to explode. I’m not making light of his problems, or that such things haven’t driven some people to suicidal depression, to the point that they need real help. But at no point do I buy in the least that these problems have pushed this character to that point. It would be one thing if the movie decided to play it so that Craig got a sense of perspective from seeing people with real problems, but it insists on sticking to the line that Craig has a real problem and needs real help. That might be believable if we at any point in the entire film ever saw Craig actually sad or frustrated or angry.

Or put it this way, with another devastating spoiler: the kid’s solution is to go to art school instead of becoming a fancy lawyer or businessman. Really? That’s it? If the solution to the horrifying problems that land you in a psych ward is to change majors, then let me tell you kid, you don’t really have fucking problems. As it was, I kept waiting for somebody to Swearengen the whiny little yuppie spawn: “Pain or damage don’t end the world, or despair or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man — and give some back.”

Galifianakis’ character has tried to kill himself eight times. Why? He doesn’t want to say, so they move on. Emma Roberts’ character has covered her arms and face with scars from cutting and trying to kill herself. Why? Well, Craig doesn’t ask because he figured she’d tell him if she ever wanted him to know. Your main character has uninteresting problems. Your side characters presumably have interesting ones. Why in the world would you insist as a story teller to dwell endlessly on the former and not even pay lip service to the latter? A movie set in a psych ward succeeds when it gazes into the abyss not when it gazes into its own navel.

And it’s a shame because the cast is genuinely talented with no one just coasting through for the paycheck or chewing scenery for the award season. Keir Gilchrist plays the lead just right, managing to actually act, without being either a caricature of a teenage boy or just falling into the Michael Cera trap that this role resembles from a distance. Lauren Graham plays Lorelai-light in the few minutes of screen time she has, but other than getting in a solid joke in the opening bit doesn’t get to do much in her couple of other scenes besides nod and be a concerned mom. Aasif Mandvi is utterly wasted in the one scene he gets … to the point of it being simply a baffling casting choice. Why bother casting a Daily Show correspondent (who gets 7th billing on the credits) to play a doctor in a two minute set up scene with no humor? Hell, it’s not even for drama, it’s just a bridge scene between other scenes that actually matter.

It’s Kind of a Funny Story is reviewed perfectly by its own title, particularly if you prefaced it with a “meh.” It’s entertaining enough, but has no depth of feeling that would make it a compelling story. Don’t give me a PG-13 psych ward movie (and this might be the lightest PG-13 I’ve ever seen). That’s just not trying.

Steven Lloyd Wilson is a hopeless romantic and the last scion of Norse warriors and the forbidden elder gods. His novel, ramblings, and assorted fictions coalesce at www.burningviolin.com. You can email him here.









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Comments

That does seem to be a terrible title. "It's sort of a good movie, if you like that sort of thing."
Meh on toast.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at October 8, 2010 5:20 PM

Well that sucks. I was really looking forward to this movie, and now I'm dreading it like a trip to the dentist. Over-reacting? Quite possibly.

Posted by: The_wakeful at October 8, 2010 5:38 PM

Glad to hear Keir Gilchrist did well in his role, but it's a bummer he wasn't given a better project. As soon as I saw this preview with him in it, I was excited because I love him on U.S. of Tara.
Ah well, hopefully there will be many more opportunities for him, because he seems to have quite a bit of talent.

Posted by: Jessie at October 8, 2010 5:52 PM

Yeahhhhhehehhhhh!
Sandman number 1 reference!


...(crickets)...


What? No Neil Gaiman love?

Posted by: Rattlesnakenecktie at October 8, 2010 5:54 PM

This isn't a knock against you, seriously, I'm just using this as the place to vent about this, but I really dislike that every movie review ever written is basically at least 40% summary of the plot. A little summary is fine, but unless it's an essential element for the reader to know which film is being discussed or you're summarizing something in the film for the purpose of commenting on a particular moment, plotline, or scene, I see no reason to give me what's essentially a DVD's back cover description of a film.

Again, not just you. You're doing as you're trained to do, and doing so better than most.

Posted by: ChristianH at October 8, 2010 6:27 PM

Mehlquetoast?

Posted by: Recondite at October 8, 2010 7:42 PM

i just have to add here, any treatment or epiphany that leads someone from doing something useful and productive into going to art school, is pretty fucking criminal.

We live in a paradoxical world that is on the one hand, a leisure class disney land of arts and entertainment, like we have a thousand year stockpile of A&E, while on the other hand, we live in a dieing world, rife with environmental degradation, overpopulation, rape level capitalism, war, energy crises, medical issues, failing infrastructure, blah blah blah and the last message we should be sending out to the youth of tomorrow is "follow your fucking rainbow".

I grew up in a generation of folk that felt being a welder, or doctor, or sitting on city council, or studying chemistry or even just voting was just plain square, and that what people really needed was more theatre, film, performance art and shitty assed me-ism.

I have no patience left for any movie about someone troubled who just needs to find their creative side and be free. that's called finger painting and you master it in kindergarten. there's actual real and important shit that needs doing by the adults and doesn't get done when we all want to paint or write screenplays or deconstruct text.

find yourself on Sunday afternoons, during the week, do something fucking useful. making the world work isn't someone else's job, it's everyone's.

I'm not against the finer things, in fact they make my life quite meaningful and keep me from despair. but they are the top of the pyramid and come after you cover the rest of your bases, and as a culture we seem to have elected to be 14yrs old indefinitely and want to pine and wax poetic, or play video games assuming someone else will make twinkies fall from the sky and pick up the poo afterward.

crap, i don't know how that whole rant boiled out of one line(art school) in the review of a film I will never see. please excuse my shortness, it has been a long week.

Posted by: idleprimate at October 8, 2010 8:19 PM

uh, gee thanks idleprimate for dumping on my gift.


Haha, it's okay. But what the frig are you doing here if artistry equates to wholehearted selfish douchery in your books?

Same damn thing I told that philosophy teacher in college - Plato's Republic would never survive without artists and crafters. It is the search for identity that is prime in the story of humanity, and distinguishing disparate characteristics - religion through story, literacy via letter characters and icons, country through shared totem and lore - that via artistry, separates us from the hive mind.

You like your haircut? Artistry! Your coffee? Your comfy pants? Your car? Your couch? Your poster? etc.

(sorry Drew - I liked your review as well...I don't see too many commercials, so half the time Pajiba acts as the first contact with a film for me. I need that 40% to know what the hell we're talking about.)

Posted by: replica at October 8, 2010 9:32 PM

as i said, i am not opposed to art or bald-faced crapola entertainment. and i do spend a lot of my idle moments either watching film, or treading pajiba waters.

What bothers me is when there is a critical momentum of people who think their mission in life is to be creative and nothing else, regardless of talent or saturation in the market. seriously, all the folks in creative writing courses that might have put their energies into something necessary that is neglected?

more generally, it is the loss of the citizen, replaced by the self-fulfilling individual. and shit, that's awesome when we get a christopher nolan or leo tolstoy. Just not when everyone wants to be christopher nolan and no one wants to look after agriculture, or city planning. Goethe is best known for his artistic works, but he also worked full time in the civil service and side-lined as a scientist(naturalist). Aside from his other work being useful, it would have also lent experience to his outlook, his worldview, shaping what he felt was important. he wasn't focussed on self-expression or fame. he didn't think entertainment was the prime goal.

but again, like i said, a lot of what should be my peer group went into really self-indulgent driections and professed either scorn or disdain at anything remotely practical. they are the same people that whine about the state of the world and want to stage puppet theatre protests, but would never think of being politically engaged, working inside the system, or simply getting trained in some contributing profession.

and i understand them, they grew up in the wealthiest generation ever in history, past or future, and they were trained to feel like special snowflakes.

the people coming of age now, you would think they would feel uncomfortable, whether it is the shortage of trained electricians, or response to a reactionary neoliberal government that hollows out everything from the community other than the right to shop, or even the fact that so much of everything is crumbling around us from lack of attention, and crumbling at the worst moment due to environmental factors.

at a time when people really need to wake up and say "what can i do to help make things work, I am just miserable about a movie whose theme is "you aren't crazy, you just need to go to art school and find yourself, don't listen to the pressures of your elders or the world around you"

I know how that scam played out.

Posted by: idleprimate at October 8, 2010 9:56 PM

Real Beauty !! lol

Posted by: Glass Guru Brisbane at October 8, 2010 10:17 PM

Yet when film reviews don't do anything but provide the most cursory glimpse at the plot before diving into merit, the reviewer is criticized for alienating the reader or accused of not seeing the film. Online film critics cannot win.

Posted by: Robert at October 8, 2010 11:33 PM

Idleprimate, the problem is no one wants to be a loser. And unless you really like city planning, or being one of a hundred necessary mundane jobs - which, I don't think most people DO 'really like' - being a city planner, for example, isn't something people are going to want to go for. If you don't like being a city planner, and end up becoming one, it's punishment. It's a result of failure. Of course people are going to want to strive against that.

Posted by: Fuggle at October 9, 2010 1:21 AM

Uh, gee thanks, Fuggle, for dumping on my gift.


Haha, it's okay, but what the frig are you doing here if city planning equates to wholehearted selfish douche-baggery in your books?

Same damn thing I told that art teacher in college - Plato's Republic would never survive without city planners and civil engino-whoosits. It is the search for the perfectly planned city that is prime in the story of humanity, and distinguishing disparate characteristics - religion through city planning, literacy via letter characters and icons, country through shared totem and lore - that via city planning, separates us from the hive mind. God, this is tough even to copypasta, the pretension is rending my soul.

You like your haircut? City planning! Your coffee? Your comfy pants? Your car? Your couch? Your poster? etc.

Whew...done.

Posted by: Salad Is Murder at October 9, 2010 4:53 AM

I was mildly excited to see this movie,because i will watch anything Zach does,even if its not that good.Anyway,reading this review,was like eating chocolate,it was just spectacularly written in a very simple,enjoyable way.

Posted by: nikolai at October 9, 2010 10:26 AM

Anyone who doesn't understand that the world needs city planners as well as playwrights as well as baristas as well as sanitation engineers as well as pilots as well blah fuckity blah blah doesn't understand humanity. We're all in this together, we're all cogs in the machine, and of course we should try our god damndest to do what it is that we love. Sometimes what we love is also necessary, and most times we don't get to do everything we want because that's just how life is. It's short, it's full of suffering, disappointment, and failure. If Johnny D'Bag wants to go to art school, more power to him. He'll most likely end up helping me find a book at Borders, but that's important, too.

We ought to be more concerned about motivating youth into appreciating and loving math and science instead of stomping of their dreams of becoming an artist, or what have you. There's value and necessity in both, and they don't have to be mutually exclusive. But, in a single individual they can be, and that's not bad, either. We can't all be fucking Renaissance Wo/Men.

Posted by: RobP at October 9, 2010 12:14 PM

idleprimate,

I recommend to you an article in the Oct. 4 The New Yorker titled "Small change: Why the revolution will not be tweeted," by Malcolm Gladwell.

Posted by: , at October 9, 2010 12:50 PM

Idleprimate - Your message is not a popular one, but it's important. At its heart, IMHO, is the reason why Americans are at the bottom of math and science achievement when we used to be at or near the top...30 years ago.

Yes, the world needs ditch diggers too. No, it's not glamorous or personally fulfilling work, but ditches get water and sewage flowing through city systems. Without them, we'd be dry and full of shit.

Golf clap, Idleprimate. Golf clap.

Posted by: Green Lantern at October 9, 2010 6:15 PM

Sweet Sandman reference. Nice review. I thought the movie settled for easy answers personally.

Posted by: Jeremy at October 9, 2010 9:12 PM

Salad, you missed my point entirely. I never said city planning wasn't important, I had said that unless you enjoy city planning (OR ANY OTHER JOB), ending up doing that job is going to suck for you.

Which is why you get movies like this - because no one wants to feel like a loser. And some people get to have jobs they enjoy, doing something they like. Seeing that, if you don't get one of those jobs, then some escapism is nice.

My point is while you, and Ildeprimate, speak something of truth that you need all sorts of jobs - unless you can fill the required number with people who enjoy it, you're going to face a lot of discontent unless people drink (literally or metaphorically) or metaphorically stockholm syndrome themselves into not caring or noticing it. And as a consequence, you're going to get a lot of reactive or anticipatory reactions in entertainment against this creeping personal doom.

And yes, I'd be thoroughly surprised if you took all the mundane and the dehumanizing and the dirty jobs and it was what most of the people doing them honestly wanted to do, instead of it being what ended up paying their bills and then the product of rationalization into something resembling drunken comfort.

It's not to say that those jobs aren't necessary, they absolutely are. It's also not to say that people can't enjoy them, or that there's something wrong with people who do - they can, and that's fine. It's to say that simply saying "these jobs are necessary" ignores the natural consequences on the populace of needing more people in them than that want to do it.

And if your response to that is just "boo hoo, too bad", may you too be poxed with ending up with your best career prospects being in jobs you at best care nothing for, too.

Posted by: Fuggle at October 9, 2010 9:34 PM

Stop me if I'm drunk, but this comment thread went totally ouroboros on me right there at Fuggle's last post...

But thank you Salad is Murder - that cracked me up! (you do know that I'm eagerly awaiting the sarcasm font, yeah?)

Posted by: replica at October 10, 2010 2:10 AM

Just putting it out there: some of us go into the arts in order to do something productive and to change shit. One example is this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augusto_Boal Another is the folks with whom I work who use arts techniques as educational tools, or therapeutic tools for the mentally ill (or elderly, or incarcerated). So beware of lumping all us artists into the selfish "Me First!" navel-gazing category. There's a whole world of artists/performers who are using their skills to enact social change with tangible results.

/end soapbox

[this movie still sounds disappointing, though - art school won't solve suicidal depression. If anything, it'll make it worse...]

Posted by: Tammy at October 10, 2010 12:15 PM

I want to know who the hell decided that work had to be fulfilling? Or your calling or that it even has to make you happy? It's WORK. It's in the title that you're not gonna love it. Yeah, if you do something you love, yay for you. But the world can only sustain so many people doing what they love, because there are jobs no one loves and they need to be done. A job doesn't make you happy. You do.

Posted by: TWoP_Fan at October 10, 2010 6:33 PM

this review is spot on. i saw it today and was sadly disappointed. i grew up reading ned vizzini and was stoked about the casting choices but they never got you inside the craig's brain to see how messed up he was. the book starts off with this really great scene where he's trapped in the bathroom-not physically trapped but like mentally he can't leave and face everything...but anyway. yeh. MEH. is accurate

Posted by: thedistrictkid at October 10, 2010 11:34 PM

Actually when Aasif Mandvi isn't busy being a correspondent on the Daily Show, he's usually reduced to bit parts where he plays a doctor and his comedic background doesn't come into play. I've seen him many times on various shows playing such a role.

Posted by: Uda at October 11, 2010 7:49 AM

When a film breaks into a music video for no apparent reason you know you're in trouble.

Good to see Galifianakis stretch a bit, but the review nailed all the reasons why this film is so mediocre.

And, yes, a teen with loving parents, a good friend and enough money to buy cool stuff (most likely) is tough to feel pity for ...

Posted by: Christian Toto at October 11, 2010 10:48 AM

To be fair, Robert, my point goes for all critics, from newspapers to the internet to dudes standing on the street corner telling me the entire plot for the movie I'm waiting in line to see because they know I'm stuck there waiting and won't leave me the fuck alone, that asshole turtleneck-wearing chotch motherfucker.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah.

Not important. But when I start to see summary in a review, I instantly think "skimming time!" Three paragraphs later, I jump back in. There's a way to balance it or mix it in. Academically, you make a claim, then you present the evidence (in this case summary of events which prove a point you're making). It's cleaner, and more interesting to read, which is why I never understand why reviewers in general follow this weird formula where it's 'intro-huge block of summary-two paragraphs of criticism-conclusion'. It's not anyone in particular, it's almost every film critic these days. I do not get it.

Posted by: ChristianH at October 11, 2010 11:37 AM

Every time someone goes, "When I become a parent, I'm never going to make my kids do __________" I want to strangle them. The reason we are the way we are is because our parents pushed us to be that way. Someone's a gifted pianist? Who paid for the lessons, drove you to recitals? Someone excels at architectural planning? Who was there to help you with your Legos?

Granted, these are hypothetical situations, and are banking on the fact that you had parents who gave a shit. But future generations are only the product of the effort we put into them now.

Also, Sandman reference ftw. He's one of my inspirations to write, and Dave McKean is always an artist's treat.

Posted by: duckandcover at October 15, 2010 5:59 PM

First off, there are several factual errors in this review, right off the bat. He never said he was going to art school, he said he thought he would keep drawing and Galifianakis’ character tried to commit suicide six times, not eight.

Ignoring that, does Mr. Wilson recall being a teenager? Having a teen child myself, I know that when problems pile up, even problems that seem inconsequential to an adult, teens get emotional. It's called dealing with the flush of hormones and it can be extremely difficult, more so for some teens than others.

This is a good movie, that I would recommend to anyone that asked. Galifianakis does an excellent job playing the wounded funny guy and Gilchrist does very well as the pressured teen who needs a break and finds things aren't always an instant fix. I will admit I don't recall seeing any teens other than the vital pair, but suspend disbelief for a little while and just enjoy.

Posted by: Jeremy, who hates bad reviewers worse than bad movies at November 22, 2010 3:44 PM

IMO, it was one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I could see how somebody could have been bored by this but I'm hard-pressed!

This reviewer obviously went in wanting a completely different movie closer to one flew over the cuckoo's nest with drama, excitement, hilariously insane dark characters.
This is not that movie.The reason for all this is the unit he went to which was a mental health SHORT term facility. This movie sent subtle hints where it was trying to differentiate itself from those movies. See the mental health setting is very different from the long-term insitutionalized setting. Here problems aren't dealt with on a very deep aspect. They stabilize the patient, and get them out of there. Lots of pt's there have anxiety concerning group homes. Lots of mental disorders on display, but the importance was placed more on the interactions and the journey rather than the reasons. They tried to explore what life was like on the inside without trying to explore the how's and why because that's not necessarily what somebody who suddenly finds themself there is wondering about.
The whole thing was about how tiny events can make a subtle but strong change in somebody's life. And that was the point.
Also props to showing the mental health staff in a positive light. Somebody obviously did their research on this movie. Note the DSM books. It wasn't meant to be scary, frightening, or dramatic, or outrageously funny. It was meant to be an experience.
Everytime the character seemed to want to know more, it was brushed aside because that wasn't the point of the movie.
The little they showed about the character's mind were actually rather big reveals. However, its weakness was that somebody not versed with mental disorders may not have gotten. I say that, not to be snobby, but just because these disorders are complex and many.
Anyway, the point wasn't to show his mind but to show how he responded to the therapy/challenges.
A lot of people with mental disorders do not get cured but the small changes that happen are important for that person. I think the most clear example of that was Zach G. Spoiler alert!: Got to spend some time with the kid. Still estranged from his partner. Suicidal stuff hasn't been solved but his "vacation" was good for him.

Posted by: garbulk at February 26, 2011 4:38 AM