The Beach Bum Mar 31, 2019 18:10:58 GMT
Post by DeepArcher on Mar 31, 2019 18:10:58 GMT
I'm not quite sure why this got the nationwide, multiplex release, but I'm sure glad that it did. Harmony Korine is a filmmaker I've been meaning to explore for years now, and for whatever reason never have. Well, I'm certainly glad that his newest film will then act as an introduction for me, because this was just a delight. This delectably absurd sunbaked, weed-laced South Florida odyssey is probably the funniest movie to hit screens since The Death of Stalin. Naturally this will invite banal comparisons to past stoner comedies: call it Inherent Vice trimmed of the hour's worth of sleuthing; call it The Big Lebowski without the half hour's worth of ... sleuthing, I guess. You can try to draw the connections, but really, '60s hippie culture and Dudism aren't even in the same stratosphere as the poetic soul of Moondog. Matthew McConaughey is at his most Matthew McConaughey, and hearing his carefree chuckle in nearly every scene of the film just becomes infectious. Just as entertaining are the cast of oddball supporting characters he interacts with: Jonah Hill's plantation-accented literary agent, Zac Efron's "prayer warrior" pyromaniac, Martin Lawrence's shady dolphin guide, Jimmy Buffett's Jimmy Buffett, Snoop Dogg's ... Snoop Dogg. It's a glorious cast of lovable weirdos just looking to have a good time, but at the same time, Moondog's introspection certainly doesn't lack in an affecting pathos. Like all great movies of its type, there's a spirituality to be found in all of its crazy debauchery ... and believe me, it's far more than just half-baked.