In horror movies, not independent, the marginalized subject who tries to make his way among the various extracts in order to create a social friend from torture and massacres, was used as the ketchup on french fries ... too. And in the long run, by dint of binge securities with such features s'incappa in the risk of an uncomfortable indigestion, as well as a series of stereotyped genre.
May , written and directed by Lucky McKee (director of The Woods and malignant Creature, the tenth episode of Masters of Horrors), is guilty of all three.
The film speaks of May (Angela Bettis), a girl all my life suffers from eye problems, which made it impossible for the relationship with their peers. His only friend is a doll regalatale by his mother, with whom he speaks as if it were a real person. All goes well until it fails two reports, one with what looked like the boy of her dreams (Jeremy Sisto), and the second with a lesbian leaves his co-worker (Anna Faris). This helps in making them give birth to the idea that people as a whole are horrible, and that some parts separate from the rest body can give the true beauty. Thus begins a vicious massacre implements to create the perfect friend.
had been in many, almost all belonging mainly to the cultural category of boorish jocks alternative to recommend this film. Needless to say, at the end of vision came to me want to track them down one by one, tie them to a chair with his eyes wide open Clockwork Orange style , and submit to a vision of non-stop Videodrome, Zombi , Let and enter Suicide circle. Those were the shit about horror in which the company was taking the piss outspoken, not like in this rambling film horror (but call it belongs to that genre is a big word) suitable for teenagers who think they are the misunderstood geniuses just because they have no girl worthy of his attention.
And to think that maybe with a little arrangement, could come up with something decent. But there are many outstanding issues.
fact I can not understand why parents decide to help a child with a bulky bandage applying eye problem as a pirate, and who hope to preserve his sanity, giving her a doll and saying, "If you do not have the friends, then create them. " I still do not understand how did an individual obviously mentally disturbed as May to get a job as a veterinarian (and therefore at a public agency must ensure security on their employees), and can not imagine what has the urge to take this career and to do some studies (there would be so even to tell the unfolding of his life as a student, and his growing inability of approaching with his fellows). Even the secondary characters are no less impressive, showing a seminesistente psychology and characterization, which expires in pathetic. As Adam, boy falls in love in May, fans of Dario Argento - would be curious to know what period of our national director appreciate - and directorial ambitions, dedicated to creating short films of questionable taste (a snog between two lovers who turns into a cannibal feast), or lesbian colleague Polly, which gives rise to some of the most stupid dialogue that I have to hear the envy of many of our local products to adolescents.
The problem at the sight of the main character looks like a good excuse to put a pretext for launching of exclusion, without which it is reflected throughout the film. If not in a small and trivial final flash, and so ridiculous that this work brings to bear her being stupid and miserable, and most importantly, how to be pleased with that.
This, in practice, it is May . The fair and the banality of nowhere, trying to fill this void with his blood the ultimate orgy of well-publicized but ultimately disappointing, too. If you really want to see it now because of this kind there is not much to see do well in the end we must look first to criticize. But if the hands have more than one title, you're undecided on what to watch, and among the various possibilities is May, well, then you already know what to discard. How would
Paolo Bitta: Forewarned ... man warned.
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