6 grams a minute

i just got back from seeing the new alejandro gonzález iñárritu film 21 grams. to be honest, i sort of agree with spoiler new yorker review, which terms it “an arrogant failure”. there’s a lot of cutting back and forth in time, as if they took a linear story and threw it in a cuisinart, and while i was able to follow it pretty well, in the end, you feel like, “ok, this was an interesting exercise, but to what effect?” the whole premise, if you stop and think about it, is a little strange and outrageous, almost david lynchian, and while mostly everyone’s pretty great in it, there’s that one key kitchen scene where they come up with the key plot point to tie everything together, and unfortunately, it’s just the one scene where naomi watts isn’t very believeable. (she does, once again, prove that she has very nice breasts, which are prominently displayed throughout the movie.) i guess the message is that life doesn’t just go on, but certain events in life cause you to change, and in that change your old life ends and your new life begins, each phase being a death and a birth, a new life. in that case, man, you’re dropping like 21 gram packets all over the place. the moral? bring wetnaps, i guess.