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...Hold Up,” and “Top Yourself” all feel like second-rate Stripes songs, and Benson’s vocal and instrumental contributions to each are inoffensive at best and crippling at worst. The lyrics yawn, their pasteboard depth most evident on the utterly directionless “You Don’t Understand Me” (“And there’s always another point of view, / A better way to do the things we do, / And how can you know me and I know you, / If nothing is true...
...Gondry’s finest visual work, the film as a whole lacks an earnestness, a naïveté, that came so effortlessly in his previous works. As silly and loveable as they may be, the characters’ relationships with one another only act as a pasteboard to the service of the plot, which itself acts as an excuse to watch Gondry show off his do-it-yourself wizardry.Then there’s the dialogue. With 2004’s “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” Gondry had assistance from...
What takes place in front of the pasteboard faades? Many unconnected things. Martin senses that his behavior with the two sisters is a mite unusual: "I tried to feel peculiar about being married to one and sleeping with the other, but it didn't work." Then his soon to be ex-wife shows up at the motel. So does Dominica's former husband Mel, who may be the one who has spread glass on her beachfront and menaced her in other ominous and anonymous ways. On the other hand, Mel may be innocent. His brother Minnie arrives, bearing...
...become investment bankers, and if we enter politics it is with visions of a teenaged Bill Clinton and his Rolodex of potentially useful contacts dancing in our heads. Our crusades are personal and concrete; we know the dangers of idealism, and how little Don Quixote’s pasteboard visor offers. Our early modern literary avatar is not Cervantes’ daydreaming knight but Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus, who, demon-beguiled, weighs profit against loss and trades his soul for fame and money...
...politics dashed we have refused to hope at all. He must have known that, crouched behind the bulwark of our cynicism, we were powerless to improve the world. He must have known that we can only feel the optimism that propelled our parents if we stand up, lower our pasteboard visors and stride forth...