Real does not equal good

This felt very real to me. As in: I felt the cast, the male lead in particular, was improvising throughout this interminable trial. (the longest 97 minutes of my life.) I'm sure there was a script somewhere, but who could tell with this douche-bag blathering on interminably about his feelings and his world view to the two hot girls he was torn between. (PU-LEASE!) I could go on and on (like the *beep* dialogue, but instead, I'll sum it up for you real simple: WHO. GIVES. A. *beep* I really didn't care who this idiot wound up with. I just wanted him to SHUT THE *beep* UP. The Greatest hero f this movie is the MERCIFULLY critical viewer of "Danny's" little student film who said he should have a point. At this juncture, Tom O'Brien showed his ass by telling the audience in his own voice (AND AT THE ZENITH OF PRETENTIOUSNESS) that just stopping should be enough. It definitely was not enough to make this a movie worth watching, but like banging one's head against a wall, at least it felt wonderful when it did. Finally. Stop.