Last night (until about one in the morning) me, my brother, and our friend Alana suffered through a movie called “S. Darko.”
“S. Darko” is a sequel to the movie “Donnie Darko” which stars Jake Gyllenhaal, Patrick Swayze, and a terrifying nightmare bunny named Frank. (Wait… I can’t say it starred Frank because he is a character and not an actor? Oh… right… I don’t care.) “Donnie Darko” works for many reasons, but mostly for the three I already mentioned, and honestly, with inspiration such as this, how bad could a sequel be? Pretty bad, apparently. Not only does Frank only have a small, cameo-type role, but about an hour’s worth of clips could’ve been edited out and sold to Urban Outfitters as the longest mini-movie ad-campaign of all time. No joke. That’s actually a valid suggestion. Especially seeing as an hour-long commercial for Urban would have been a lot more cohesive, compelling, and enjoyable than this movie.
The only way to describe how I felt after watching “S. Darko” is “extremely frustrated.” I actually screamed a little. Luckily, French and Saunders were there to ease the pain (my brother owns the boxed set). Unfortunately, S. Darko and her little minnions made a guest appearance in my dreams. Apparently my sub-conscious was still trying to figure out why in god’s name this movie was ever made… it did not have much luck.
On a brighter note, my copy of “Ghost World” arrived at our local record/CD/movie store last week and I was FINALLY able to pick it up. FINALLY. I love this movie. I love it’s weird sense of style, random use of lines, and genius references to cheap, rotting Americana. And I love Enid and Seymore. But that’s a given.
Also, “Match Point” was a lot better than I thought it would be. It was, dare I say, good… and I do recommend that you see it, whether you like Woody Allen or not (who, incidentally, does not narrate, star, or even so much as appear in the nervous ticks of any of the leading characters.)
Just don’t watch “S. Darko”… I mean it.
