Ah, So Cal life in the '90's. It was a magical time. Well, it was for those of us in our twenties, living a strange and confusing combination of having grown up the children of hippies who lived through all the hard sh*t so that they could grow up to have children and shield them from it. There was nothing to rebel against when we got to what was supposed to be our formidable years.
So we ended up being the victims of having nothing better to do with our time than become self-involved f*ckwads who were mostly concerned with relationships. The good or bad ones that we had with family members, the good or bad ones we had with the opposite (or same) sex, the (mostly) sh*tty ones that we had with ourselves.
We all grew up drinking too much, partying too much and disrespecting our personal sense of pride and dignity because we didn't know what that was or where it came from. When you don't have to fight for it, this is what happens.
The movie takes a short while to sink in and might be better suited to people of my age bracket (early 30's), just old enough to have (hopefully) gotten to the point where we've learned better. In fact, I doubt I would have understood or appreciated the emotion in this movie if I'd watched it when I was younger. Like I said, at that age we're all a little too raw, too self-involved, too close to ourselves.
Marissa Ribisi is just a sight to look at. Angelic in a very lopsided kind of way. The opening shot of her sets the right tone for the flick as a whole. Good stuff.
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