A Misanthrope’s Guide to the Movies: This Is Where I Leave You

We’re back, bitches. Maybe you didn’t even know we were gone. Doesn’t matter, your year just got a little whole lot better.

We had awesome summers, thanks for asking, and we watched a lot of movies. But we don’t have the time or energy to review every movie we’ve seen since we left you. That’s what Yahoo Movies is for. We’re here to review one movie, with the star-studded cast of at least two movies: This is Where I Leave You.

This is Where I Leave You is a movie based on a book (I know, right? Who knew that was allowed?). Both the novel and the screenplay were written by the same guy, Jonathan Tropper. The book is laugh out loud hilarious. The movie exists. It’s the story of a family whose members hate each other (but not really) and are forced to sit shiva–a week long Jewish mourning tradition–after the death of their father. Though the dead patriarch was apparently secular, bringing his family together in mourning was his dying wish. Hilarity is supposed to ensue. [Ed: Does it? You’ll have to click through the jump to find out. We’re on the edge of our seats.]

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A Misanthrope’s Guide to Television: Mad Men (spoiler alert!)

We all know that there is lots of TV to be watched on Sunday nights, and we all know that the TV fans that scream loudest are the Game of Thrones maniacs. Now, far be it from me to judge anyone for their choices in life, television or otherwise, but Game of Thrones is stupid (Ed. YOU TAKE THAT BACK). Full disclosure, I haven’t watched it, but I can only keep track of so many boobs and swords at once. So, in the event you need to stop looking up to the Khaleesi (or whatever), turn your sights on my hero: Joan.


Mother of dragons? Cute.

Joan never went to college, but she’s got a B.A. in bad-assery and that’s all she seems to need. In the final season premier, Joan takes matters into her own hands and is on her way to becoming an account executive OVERTHROWING THE PATRIARCHY. Her masculine counterpart, Roger, seems to be spiraling into a crisis only orgies and incense can resolve, as his daughter attempts to absolve him of his sins.

Meanwhile, Pete is happy, and Peggy isn’t! What?! But Peggy is riding high with a corner office and underlings while Pete seems to be feeling bohemian way out west. They’re both raging workaholics who define themselves through rank and recognition, so why does Peggy end the episode collapsed on the floor while Pete raves about some stupid sandwich to Don?

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A Misanthrope’s Guide To The Movies: The Lego Movie


Before you devote the next three minutes of your life to reading this incredibly well-written review by two individuals who love the attention, know that this time would be better spent at The Lego Movie. Having warned you that what you are about to do is petty and meaningless compared to the unparalleled pleasure that is The Lego Movie, we begin.

As popular, sophisticated college students, we spent this Wednesday night begging friends to see The Lego Movie. Luckily, as previously mentioned, we are extremely popular and managed to assemble a small crew of equally directionless individuals. Here is what ensued.

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A Misanthrope’s Guide to the Movies: Inside Llewyn Davis

Although its official nation-wide release date isn’t until December, Inside Llewyn Davis played a one-night engagement at Providence Place Cinema last night for Brown students, courtesy of the Ivy Film Festival. While probably not destined for the same fame as Fargo or The Big LebowskiLlewyn Davis came equipped with the slow pace, minimal overt plot and dry, humorous dialogue audiences have come to expect from Joel and Ethan.

Inside Llewyn Davis takes its viewers through something like 72 hours in the life of struggling singer-songwriter Llewyn Davis. We meet Llewyn as he is essentially homeless having recently lost his singing partner, impregnated his friend’s wife, and stolen another friend’s cat. But the film is not about redeeming this otherwise anti-hero—it simply provides a window into his downward spiral. The movie literally ends with Llewyn face-up in an alley (calm down, that ruins absolutely nothing), and the reminder that for every Bob Dylan success story, there are hundreds just like Llewyn: broke and alone. And does this mean they should abandon their art for less inspiring, more lucrative careers? Is music a career or party trick? I don’t know. The movie leaves far more questions than answers. But the biggest question I asked myself as the film ended was why? Why did I just spend 105 minutes with this character?

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