Right before my Granddad died of cancer he gave me some very memorable advice. We were trying to decide what I should do for a living when he remembered that I enjoy drinking tea. This reminded him about a swarm of bees that somehow manage to make tea by simply flying honey up and down a hill. Before I had chance to question this, he then informed me that perhaps I should seriously consider doing that as a career. Now unless he was suggesting that I should start a job that had the pre-requisit of me being a bee, then I haven't got a fucking clue what he was talking about. I can't say for sure but I'm going to assume that he'd had a few too many pain killers that day. Having said that, he did at one point also say he was going to stop using his morphine so that he could instead sell it to some drug dealers. I guess there's a chance that, cancer aside, he may have just been a little bit mental.
Stick to 'Nanu-nanu', Robin. |
Those aren't real bruises, lest we forget. |
... Simplicity incarnate. |
After Adam receives the news of his illness,
he's told that his body will go into survival mode. In actual fact,
coincidentally, my body does that every time I go camping at a music festival.
For me however, this means that I don't need as much food or sleep and
thankfully feel no urge to shit. For Adam on the other hand, it apparently
means going through shock, and a haunting sense of calm and numbness. So it's
kind of like how I feel everytime I spaff. This also of course allows JGL to
show off his emotional range as he convincingly proves how little fun having
cancer must be. Adam spends the duration of the movie repressing his feelings
and bottling them up in an attempt to stay strong. If I was him, I think I'd
probably just have a full-blown breakdown by spending the film marching naked
through the streets and chunnering loudly about God.
To help Adam remain positive however, there
is his best friend, mother, therapist and girlfriend. His best friend is played
by Seth Rogan, with their bromantic relationship being one of the film’s key
highlights. Rogan himself here brilliantly shows off his range by doing the usual trick of making jokes and getting
stoned. Luckily, that happens to be a trick that I find quite enjoyable,
relatable and aspirational. It should also be noted though that for a change,
Rogan actually has a little more depth than usual which isn't surprising
considering that he's kind of reliving his real life past. 50/50 was
written by Will Reiser who is not only a friend of Rogan's but actually
suffered from cancer a few years ago. That's not to say this film is
autobiographical however, with it instead just taking inspiration from the
writers experiences. Kind of like what Nil By Mouth is to Gary Oldman
and the Jew hating Borat is to Mel Gibson. Also it obviously goes
without saying that Reiser thankfully survived as nobody has made a film whilst
dead since Steven Seagal's fat bloated corpse last appeared on screen.
If there's been any criticism of 50/50, it's
in its depiction of the female characters. From reading reviews it seems that
some critics have found the writing of Adams Mum and Girlfriend slightly
misogynistic. I'm not sure why, but I'd guess this is probably mostly due to
how ball achingly irritating they can occasionally be. Luckily though for me at
least that just wasn't the case, although I can see why people might have that
view. His mother does at times appear to be a bit of a bitch and her
attempts to care for Adam are at times a little too smothering. However she's
clearly acting out of love and a sense of helplessness having found out that
her son could be about to pop his clogs. Also, in reality, since when are
parental figures not massively annoying anyway? A few years ago my Mum got
drunk, starting arguing and genuinely warned me that the Queen could be
planning my assassination. Having said all that, it does probably help that I'm
a massive fan of Wes Anderson and so will love any film in which Anjelica
Huston appears as the Mum. And that's even if she does decide to turn up whilst
dressed like a randomly tranny-fied Rod Stewart.
As for Adam's girlfriend, I genuinely can't
see how people don't sympathise with her. She's a woman who unwillingly stays
in a relationship because she'd feel too guilty to leave it. Sure she makes
mistakes but it's not like she's having a good time. As unfairly disliked
girlfriends go, it's worth noting that Bryce Dallas Howard does a good job in a
role that film critic Mark Kermode considered to be “thankless”. To be honest,
I'm just always a little creeped out whenever I see Bryce Dallas Howard. It's
nothing against her, I just don't like finding myself attracted to something
that originated life in Ron Howard's balls.
Considering that there's only one character
left, it would seem unfair not to mention Anna Kendrick's performance. She
plays Adams warm but inexperienced therapist who kindly tries to help, despite
his obvious cynicism. To be honest I'm not sure why he's so resistant towards
her because I'd fucking love a trip to the psychiatrist. Getting my issues
sorted professionally would certainly seem more productive than writing this shit on a weekly basis. Plus Anna
Kendrick's timid vulnerability is just so endearing that I don't know who
wouldn't want to spend time with her. Having said that, her teeth are so
ridiculously white that they must be radioactive. As much as I'd enjoy her
company, every time she smiles, my retinas start to scream as though I'm
staring at the sun through a telescope. Having seen her in a few things I would
say this is possibly her best performance although she was also pretty good in Up
in the Air. In that I particularly enjoyed the scene in which George
Clooney slagged of marriage so much that he made her cry. Batnipples aside, he
can be a proper hero at times.
Hero. |
In the end, I don't know how the fuck
people cope with the stress of cancer and I don't look forward to finding out.
With all that in mind, I strongly suggest people instead donate the price of
this movie to cancer research and just take my word that it's a good film.
Considering how many people die of it, I've always been under the assumption
that it's what will kill me too and I'd like you all to save me. They say that
every little helps so if everybody who reads this blog gives just ten pence
then who knows, by the end of the week we might be almost up to a quid.
Follow this blog or I'll fucking cut you.
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