As a kid, this movie gave me the same gross, creepy, scary feelings I got after having to sleep in my grandparents guest room once, which was where my grandpa kept his collection of antique clown memorabilia from the 1930s, which looks so old and strange to my little 6-year-old brain that I refused to sleep all night and remain spooked out by the thought of that room to this day.
But as an adult, I'm not creeped out by…
Is it obnoxiously preachy and feel a bit like a first-year poli sci major lamenting about American capitalism and bringing up typical Democratic-Socialist talking points at a frat party? Yes, of course, it does, it's an Adam McKay movie. At this point, we all knew what we were getting ourselves into.
But also, as someone who has certainly been that obnoxious first-year poli sci major lamenting about American capitalism and bringing up typical Democratic-Socialist talking points at a frat party,…
My fiancée: "You know, he wouldn't even know what the word 'cozy' means."
Me: "Dude, if I think too hard about this movie, it'll ruin it."
Five minutes later...
My fiancée: "You know, he probably wouldn't even know what an orange is."
This is physical proof that a movie doesn't need to be a critically-acclaimed, pseduo-intellectual 3 hour arthouse slog to be a masterpiece.
From the costuming motifs to the brilliant pacing [particularly regarding long-term gag payoffs], from the tongue-in-cheek camp acting to the leftist commentary on the exact factors that led to the [at the time recent] Recession, there is so much to love in this movie that goes well beyond pure fluff entertainment. Shopaholics means something.
I recently started to…
