Kevin is obsessed with finding a girl who can help him forget his unpleasant past. However, all his encounters with the opposite sex inevitably go afoul. As the rejections mount, Kevin's futile search for happiness and love becomes overwhelmingly turbulent, forcing him to take desperate measures.
Esquecendo a Garota, 포게팅 더 걸, 失忆女孩
USA
USA
Forgetting the Girl is, at times, embarrassingly bad. It plays out like a student film, and most of the acting suits this aesthetic. There is maybe one interesting moment, but this is a film that fails to entertain.
Maybe if you don’t suffer too much from “Dude Problem Fatigue,” this film may be more worth your time. But if you’re tired of hearing men pawning off responsibility for their actions onto the women they victimize, either in films or in real life, you’re probably not going to find much to like here.
Full review here:
www.filmmonthly.com/film/forgetting-the-girl
Wonderfully shot for a movie made with a limited budget. I wish the same gusto went into the acting or, mercy, the absolutely frustrating screenplay.
This movie hinges entirely on A TWIST; the pre-twist film is a mopey indie drama, one that I was surprisingly OK with. Post-twist, the movie is something entirely different—I'll not write what here, just in case you want to see this—and it does not work, at all. (The post-twist aspects are pretty clearly implied by the DVD package, but I digress.) Had the movie handled the twist well, I think it would've held up under scrutiny on a second viewing. Even thinking about watching this again makes me cringe. In a way, it makes me…
23/100
The Dissolve review, though your only hope of getting any enjoyment from this tepid [SPOILER ELIDED] is to know nothing whatsoever about it beforehand, so that you're not sitting there the whole time awaiting the tiresomely inevitable.
January 2024 Theme - Owned but Unseen
Legitimately weird and creepy lead performance that makes you want to peel your skin off. We may own this, but it still feels like a Vudu movie
PS Only selected because the G-Force box apparently is missing the movie disc.
Knew Lindsay Beamish during my college years (late ‘90s Santa Cruz) and delighted in seeing her in John Cameron Mitchell’s Shortbus, so i had to press play on this. Unfortunately, despite inducing old pleasant memories of drunken evenings at the Red Room, this was a bit of a stinker.
Another attempt to tell a weird tale by making a professional creative into a monster. Photographer is fucked up with the wimmins, and he’s (probably) really dangerous, maybe? This film certainly can be criticized through the metric that it’s a white-guy lens thing, but the problem with the film overall is that it doesn’t know if it wants to be a metaphor or a real narrative. It also owes a lot of DNA to an early Steven King short story, "The Man Who Loved Flowers."
The script leaves so much open-ended as to be completely elliptical. The protagonist’s motivations remain inscrutable to the end, and his actions are not part of an earned storyline. They don’t flow from anything. Some…
