White. People. Problems.
So I saw this movie, and it was okay. I think narration is over-used a bit, but still, a nice, believable, well-scripted, well-shot movie. However, it was utterly frustrating.
I enjoyed the few bits that were humorous, but there weren't enough humorous bits to make it a full-out parody of the kind of tension the main characters (Phil and Erik) were facing.
And what, after all, is the problem these guys have? They both have gorgeous girlfriends and don't seem to work very hard, yet have all of the basic wants of life apparently covered. Yet they both seem to be enduring some kind of intense intellectual and emotional suffering. "Modern condition of man" or something like that. Inability to fully express the profound unease of unhinged modern existence. Phil basically goes crazy, and Erick can't realize how good he has it because of this self-imposed suffering of the 'artist.'
I love reading thick 'intellectual' novels, and part of the reason I suffered this movie to the end is because I would kind of like to write one myself, and I would kind of like to have a girlfriend as hot as Kari or Lillian, but these two idiotic guys... Phil and Erik... didn't get much sympathy from me on the whole modern angst angle.
Relax, chill, get some perspective on your suffering. It isn't all that bad Erik and Phil. You have been born into a society where you can actually suffer over these abstract and pretty much meaningless things, while less fortunate others in more violent parts of the world starve, get shot, blown up or hacked to peices, enduring real suffering.
When Lillian broke up with Erik that was probably the most satisfying part of the movie to me.
Also, the "don't try to be so poetic" advice from Sten Egil Dahl was brilliant. Prose should be prose. If you try to be poetic you end up with BS like Finnegan's Wake. So the movie scored a big one from me on that anyways.