I had the great misfortune of seeing this piece of garbage last night at the opening of the 10th annual Gen Arts Festival in Manhattan (which deserves a serious rant of it's own) How anyone was able to take this film seriously is a mystery to me. Sitting in the Zigfield last night, looking around at the stars of the film, the producers, and festival promoters it fully dawned on me just how un-hip and totally inept the mainstream & "independant" film world really is. Somehow along the way this film got made because of it's star power, and I am really shocked that at no point in it's production did anyone involved (producers, investors, etc.) snap out of their fevered illusion of red carpets and strippers to recognize that they were making an absolute piece of rubbish. Was this film supposed to be subversive? Funny? Controversial? None of these qualities shone through at any point in the film. Rather, the only thing to follow was at which point the next of Kevin Bacon's famous friends were going to make a cameo. It was like a visual version of modern generic hip-hop, except that the cameos were filled by Hollywood's most banal and mediocre "stars". Is there really any thing relevant about Sandra Bullock or Matt Dillon? Ultimately, I left the theater a little bit sad. In all of the delusional fantasies that comprise the film festival world of bulls*** (this festival was sponsored by Acura!) the one thing that Kevin Bacon and his buddies forgot to include in their "grassroots, little film" is any sign of the artistic impulse, that makes a great piece of art great. Even just taken as a film, with no questions of artistic integrity being asked, Loverboy was terrible. Horrible script, music, acting... The Zigfield is a beautiful theater, and I would really like to return when they are showing a good film. Adios Jeremiah Cymerman
Review of Loverboy
