| RATING: | 60% |
| FORMAT: | DVD |
The usual White whining about personal relationships as if Whites actually had worthwhile personal lives and were capable of emotional profundity in a world where Whites have the highest divorce rates. It is this pretense that produces the dysfunctional sexual relationships on show here; exacerbated by the desire to claim that such emotional failure is actually human nature rather than White nature.
The premiss of a business being run for the benefit of its employees rather than its customers is a brilliant setup for a self-obsessed White culture. Customers who want to buy recordings from a popular music store that the proprietor and his staff do not like means an inevitably-decaying business. The lack of self-respect is matched by the lack of respect for capitalist enterprise. Like a culture that rejects different people for no better reason than they are different. An accurate reflection as to the truly self-righteous nature of White culture yet which offers no insight into its own premiss. (The fact that this particular record shop also sells the obsolete LP format also speaks volumes [albums?] for people who live permanently in the past.)
Attempts at talking-to-camera humor only partly alleviate the strong sense of Whites trapped in the prison of their own self-involvement, narcissism and solipsism. The worst aspect of this entire farrago is the pretense that one has escaped this psychological jail to be able to create a criticism of the superannuated emotional rejects on show here. No such maturity or objective self-examination is on display here for a non-White audience to drool over. There is only neurotic need, confusing the personal with the political in the forlorn hope that public relationships will solace for the lack of personal ones, the alchemical desire to turn opinions into facts & and trivia-obsessed one-upmanship - as if talking about love was the same as actually experiencing it. The self-fulfilling prophecy nature of these failed relationships makes us realize that all the talk is just about getting laid without the guilt Whites feel when they get horny
The casting is very good but there is no chemistry between any of the actors; unintentionally-capturing the essential emptiness of the character’s lives - as they make mountains out of molehills by focusing on trivia to keep self-awareness at bay. But why should we care when the people we are requested to identify with are such boring cunts who cannot accept people as they are?
Like a Woody Allen movie, this tels us much more about its creators than it does about the human condition - and fuck-all about sexual love. A film about why Whites are so emotionally needy would have been far better than this - along with why they refrain from asking the question.
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