Jonathan Poritsky

Great Movie Blogger Spoof

Oh SNL, you rib us blog­gers so per­fectly. I love this because of how fright­en­ingly accu­rate it is of so many snarks out there on the inter­webs. And for my lat­est takes on movies and such, check out my new site, the can­ler blog. It’s rarely writ­ten while clutch­ing an iced latte, but I think you’ll like it nonethe­less. Enjoy.

Review: Adventureland

Adventurland is the story of James Brennan, a recent col­lege grad­u­ate with a nog­gin full of impec­ca­ble vocab­u­lary and lofty eso­teri­cisms. When his father takes a pay cut at work, his trip to Europe is called off and his fall plans for grad school are put in jeop­ardy, lead­ing him to a sum­mer job at the local theme park whose name is the film’s title. There, of course, he falls in love, learns more about him­self, and meets all kinds of wacky char­ac­ters along the way in this refined com­ing of age comedy.

Setting aside (most of) the raunch and rau­cous­ness of 2007’sSuperbad, writer/director Greg Mottola offers us a view of young adults that has become fright­en­ingly rare in Hollywood. Grounded yet hope­ful, with lim­ited but suf­fi­cient resources, James and his love inter­est, Em, are relat­able and real­is­tic twenty-somethings, not overly ironic Napoleon Dynamites or vac­u­ous shells like those found on NBC’s failedQuarterlife (does any­one even remem­ber that show?). It’s hard to describe their tri­als with­out giv­ing away much of the film’s draw, so let’s mostly take a look at the who instead of the what. Continue read­ing on the can­dler blog…

Netflixing: Scent of a Woman

It’s entirely pos­si­ble that I’ve seen this film before, but it’s also pos­si­ble that I never swal­lowed it down all in one sit­ting. I’ll be brief:

There is only one thing not to love about Martin Brest’s Scent of a Woman: the very seri­ous hunk of jarls­berg that must be downed while watch­ing it. Certainly, the film reeks of early 1990s over­writ­ten performance-vehicle sen­ti­men­tal pieces of cheese whiz. But that goes down much bet­ter if you take it with a grain of salt. Read on…

Review: Sunshine Cleaning (via candler blog)

A solid if uno­rig­i­nal indie flick with mov­ing per­for­mances and a tight, quirky script is what I had hoped to see at the movies. Instead, I saw Sunshine Cleaning, which plays like an idea try­ing des­per­ately hard to find a story.

The film fol­lows Rose Lorkowski, played by Amy Adams, a down on her luck sin­gle mother in Albuquerque who makes ends meat by clean­ing houses. Rose’s sis­ter, Norah, is a for­mer punk-kid who never grew up, can’t hold down a job, and lives with their idio­syn­cratic father, played with respectable charm by Alan Arkin. When Rose’s police offi­cer boyfriend, who is mar­ried, tells her how much money there is to be made in clean­ing up messy crime scenes, a light­bulb goes off and the tiny glint of a plot begins to form. Of course, the two sis­ters start a busi­ness clean­ing up crime scenes while deal­ing with their own emo­tional hangups.