Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Squalor: Friends with Benefits
Where No Strings played off of bright, sunny, Califorina vapidness to achieve total nothingness, Friends attempts to be so self-aware of its own habitation of the sphere of romantic comedy drivel that instead of managing meta-commentary, it's often painfully phony. There were several points of no return for me: one comes early in the film when we're forced to witness a remarkably cheesy flash mob "I <3 NY" non-sequitor as a sales point for Manhattan, the second comes later when, instead of speeding along with relationship dynamics, we're given a sad, sticky, unpleasant bit of senility to grapple with in a film that's otherwise all fluff and pop culture references. After a few amusing enough scenes, I was left cold and almost entirely unsure what Friends with Benefits was trying to be. Basically, I stopped laughing, started eye rolling, actually checked my phone, and concentrated on possibly getting a burrito once the credits rolled.