Saw Junebug today. It’s another installment in the “meet the parents” genre: a chic city woman meets her husband’s religious, backwood family.
“Honey, is it going to be that bad?” “Heh…you have no idea…”
We meet the bullish mother, silent father, angry brother, and the brother’s ditzy/chatty (and pregnant!) girlfriend.
“BE MY FRIEND!”
The wife is an art dealer. So we have the kooky semi-autistic artist who paints bloody civil war scenes and, uh, penises.
“It’s so deep!”
He also speaks in riddles and gives constant impromptu sermons….
Two problems with this movie – there are a lot of unnecessary sex scenes that add nothing to the plot or character development, and there are a lot of lingering shots of empty rooms ala botched arthouse style.
The biggest problem with the “meet the parents” genre is that the married couples never seem to have had the “so, where are you from?” conversation. They might as well have married a serial killer…which might make for a more interesting story…
Filed under: crap, drama , Allesandro Nivola, Celia Weston, Embeth Davidtz, Junebug, movie review, Scott Wilson
