If you really, really enjoy vicarious embarrassment, this is for you. For anyone who's ever had actual problems, listening to the director–protagonist's whining all the way through this documentary may prove nearly impossible. In other words, you'll be spending an hour of your life watching a factitious, privileged and naive egocentric hipster attending different types of "happiness training", and babbling on and on about himself, his weltschmerz and his pursuit for happiness, as he's facing the first "crisis" of his life – his girlfriend moving to another country. The theme of pursuing happiness is a very interesting one, it's a shame the execution is almost unbearable to watch. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so utterly full of himself. To each his own, but even when you are making a documentary about your own life, uncritical and incontinent egocentricity is far from an asset.
If you've seen First Comes Love, and nothing ground your gears, then do go ahead with this. You might even like it.
If you've seen First Comes Love, and nothing ground your gears, then do go ahead with this. You might even like it.
