I went to see this film for two
reasons, because it got great reviews and because of James Gandolfini. Unfortunately,
the reviews were wrong. Great performances by Dreyfus and Gandolfini are forced
to cohabitate with a terrible, mundane plot. This makes it impossible to feel
sympathy for the characters or their lives. It seems as if the characters are purposely
depicted in a way as to evoke pity. This is enraging because these characters
are not pathetic in the least. I tried really really hard to empathize with the
them, but it was impossible. They are just not realistic and therefore
impossible to care about.
Julia Louis Dreyfus’ uninteresting
character egomaniacally brings on all her own misfortunes. We see her make bad
choice after bad choice. It is no wonder that she ruins all her personal
relationships. She's an idiot! But Dreyfus’ acting is fantastic. What a
paradox!
The most enraging thing is that
this film was advertised as a humorous drama. I left the theater post-film, fuming
at being misled. I felt I’d had been taken like a sucker into thinking this was
some kind of quirky little indie film, something Squid and the Whale-ish (even
though I don't like Squid, I like that genre). I would have accepted the film
more openly had it at least been a romantic comedy, but Enough Said is a
full-on romance. It has some hilarious parts, but they are single handedly the
result of Dreyfus’ spectacular performance. This film snubs us unlucky people
by declaring that it is in fact our own fault that are we live screwed up
lives. But we unlucky people don't want to be told it's our fault. We like to
blame the world for our problems, and we like to see charters on the screen
that fall from grace not because they fly to close to the sun, but because the
sun explodes and engulfs them in flames. I can name on one hand the
romances stories I like, so perhaps by not being part of this film's target
audiences I am negatively biased. Whatever it was the film's producers were
trying to evoke in me, they failed at it.