I had a better time at the closing night gala of the L.A. Film Festival than I did watching the closing night film. It was Miguel Artera's The Good Girl
, which is his weakest film. Star Maps
was fine, and even interesting, until its dreadful climax. Chuck & Buck
was just good all around. This film has very little to say and takes a long time to say it. I don't even feel like writing about it. It's not all bad, a high you're fired, but it so painfully wants to be a melancholy Raising Arizona
that I bristle at Artera's attempts at Coen. White's script is also quite barren -- a lot of forced poignancy. Depressingly disappointing.
The party was star-studded. Heather Graham, Debra Messing, Carla Gugino, Elvis Mitchell, Mario Van Peebles, Jennifer Aniston (sans Pitt), White and Artera of course, Chris Gore, and a bunch of nobodies like me. The food and open bar were good. The only the movie had over it is that in the flick Jake Gyllenhaal is around, and he gets to bang another older married woman. He's a terrific actor.