This movie enjoys the benefit of not getting any worse the longer you are out of the theater, and there is a chance it could get incrementally better but never to an outstanding level. Its redeeming value is largely found in three features: 1) you get a glimpse into how weird the workplace will be once you are dead, 2) Vince whats-his-face is a good guy and 3) the value of good lines. Movies enter the crevasses of memorableness in four different ways; a centerpiece of a popular genre, a stand-alone effort in greatness, an insolubly unforgettable scene, and through the engravement of memorable lines. This movie is among the best in recent memory at delivering great one-liners mostly from Owen Wilson save one from John Goodman, but over the 119 minutes at a frequency dwarfed by the gold prospector cleaning his screen in a cold river. The movie also enjoys a predictable but enjoyable final scene with a great twist on human resources that captures all the expectations of what a Google HR VP might be. Overall, the headlines of our day serve as an excellent backdrop to contrast this otherwise empty effort somewhat favorably; the current American reality somehow elevates this effort to entertainment.
The performances in acting were the equivalents of your trips to the nursing home to visit grandma long after anything in her kitchen competed with homecooking. Save a few moments where we see that John Goodman will continue to star as a grumpy old guy somewhere in future scripts, and that Vince Vaughn is truly a good guy but perhaps also the last unemasculated man over 5’8" in Hollywood not yet eligible to be classified as a protected class due to his age, the acting efforts were as if they were preoccupied with the next scripts or waiting on a call from their agents for their next serious roles.
The production does capture the uniqueness of the Google habitat well, from the bright solid colors to the eccentricity it seeks to communicate to expansiveness of space that seems so critical for our kids to play video games.
Very little edge at all but the rating (PG-13) by now tells you that the worst you might see is the equivalent of Big Bird wetting his pants.
So actually, with a movie set at the Google campus, what is real and what is surreal, supernatural or fantasy. Of course, I would have raised the rating to fantasy had any of the characters interacted with Ms Sandberg.
Regarding Tripod’s Review
Yeah, the consensus amongst the professional reviewers seems to be Barely OK. So you’re right in the mainstream.
Regarding Tripod’s Review
Thanks, please be kind to your apprentice of observation. I have decided to be the first stream of conciousness reviewer in the industry hoping to distinguish myself that way since it appears that all others seem to think that movies require a long considered, thoughful recount. To me, a movie must enter your bloodstream and immediately deliver oxygen to your soul, or it is no better than a time-release pain killer. But about the movie, it is only average at best and unlike Shawshank Redemption, I wont be seeing it 50 times in my life.
Regarding Tripod’s Review
Entertaining review, though sounds like you liked it more than Barely OK.
Lots of great lines in your review, as apparently also in the movie. “This is the first time I enjoyed Vince Vaughn and I don’t know why.” As someone with mixed feelings about Vaughn, that resonates with me.