I thought I was the only one who found Zach Braff's film Garden State, precious and pretensious. Looks like Slate's Josh Levin agrees with me:
Zach Braff has said that his hit movie Garden State (2004) was "a big, life-affirming, state-of-the-union address for twentysomethings." I'm a twentysomething. His new feature, The Last Kiss, documents the mental anguish of a 29-year-old commitment-phobe. I'm at the age when commitment looms. If Braff maintains this pace, he'll be making facile observations about our voyage through life's milestones until he films an indie-rock-infused On Golden Pond. My only comfort is that one day, we'll both be dead. If Zach Braff is the voice of my generation, can't someone please crush his larynx?
This article is spot on (especially about mistaking stuff for substance) and, no, you weren't the only one who didn't like Garden State. It showed promise, but it tried much too hard to be our generation's "The Graduate."
Posted by: Eric | September 26, 2006 at 03:01 PM