Funny Games (2007) review

Hey. It's called tact, you fuck-rag. Being completely reasonable, one can tolerate so much when living according to a foundation built out of chaos and total meaninglessness. This was a sincere approach exemplifying the true angst one feels when one's consciousness is conditioned just right (constituents being: the relative association between positive and negative – trauma / euphoria, or just a spoiled, tragic-free suburban upbringing). Therefore realizing the emptiness of existence. There are very few approaches filmmakers have at their disposal nowadays when influencing a viewer. We are resistant to just about everything, especially a notion that contradicts our very lives, such as suicide. Given that most works of art pitched at the divide between poetry and entertainment (see Nirvana) are usually user friendly and digestible, this movie is quite simple to interpret: An uninhibited satire of contemporary reality. For the sake of argument, the behavior of the Farber family (Watts, Roth) absolutely confirms all the feelings of repugnance one can feel (daily) toward another person. Considering that the two main characters (Pitt, Corbet) remain absolutely courteous and very cool during the course of the film, it is easy to fall for them over the trivial nature of the family. Each epitomize facets that few procure in a lifetime, be it charisma, presence, whatever – notable figures (fiction and real) include: Billy Loomis and Stu in Scream; Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold of Littleton, Colorado. Even Jesse James. Once through, mull over your own infallibility (and those around you) according to: hierarchy; expendability, value (weighty notions, indeed). And of course, never forget the importance of entertainment. Pop cultural astuteness is always a good thing. Grade: A