Wristcutters: A Love Story
This movie could have been my favorite movie of all times, but it’s not. I have always had a certain fascination with suicide, and I cannot imagine a better comedy premise than suicide itself. Perhaps I have grown out of it. No matter how bad things are, suicidal thoughts do not actually come up. I suppose I have learned to suck it up now. I can’t even remember the last time I cried, and there were quite a few bad cases these days. It’s not like everything is always perfect, I just don’t express it anymore when I happen to get hurt.
Nevertheless, having grown stronger (or number? LOL) should not have kept me up from enjoying a good comedy about people who killed themselves. But perhaps my expectations were just too high, because “Wristcutters” really wasn’t all that funny. In general, it is a good movie. It has interesting characters build upon a great premise and a few amusing elements like the dark tones of the film and the black hole underneath the car, which I think is the product of a genius mind. But everything else about the film just pretty much bored me. It wasn’t bleak enough to be a black comedy (although the whole family that killed itself comes very close to it), and after the first 30 minutes – which actually had a few good jokes and lovely background music – the film mostly confused me. Even Will Arnett’s awesome appearance couldn’t beat that.
All in all, I’d say I am ambiguous about the film. In retrospect I am not surprised that the film was made on a mere 1 million dollar budget and made less than 500,000 in theaters. I might have wanted too much because I was so in love with its premise beforehand that I couldn’t really relate to the film. I am glad I finally saw it, after planning on it some 2-3 years ago, but in retrospect, even though I enjoyed the film, I feel rather nonchalant about it.