I recently watch "The Best and The Brightest" starring Neil Patrick Harris, Bonnie Somerville and Amy Sedaris. Its a comedy about a couple trying to get their child into the New York private school system.
I was left with wondering to the summarized of the whole story line on how over rated sex is being made as a poem?
Here how the story lines goes:
Bonnie Somerville plays Samantha, a onetime cheerleader who moves to New York in a self-pitying effort to feel as special as she did in high school — and perhaps to goad husband Jeff (Neil Patrick Harris) into finding work more glamorous than computer programming.
In a movie whose knowledge of New York City seems limited to one widely-discussed truism — it's hell getting kids into private schools; Samantha has somehow never heard this fact. She happily walks her kindergarten-age daughter into a string of tony schools, where administrators (and the just-pregnant women already getting in line) laugh her off.
With the help of a nutty school-placement consultant (the full-tilt Amy Sedaris, dressed in a repertoire of exotically frumpy ensembles from one scene to the next) she lands an interview at Coventry Day School — which is going great until Jeff's buddy (Peter Serafinowicz), a sex addict who's supposed to be babysitting their child, interrupts the meeting with news that makes them look like the world's worst parents.
The increasingly hard-to-swallow action takes a gag that's good for a scene or two at most — that Jeff has been mistaken for a poet whose work is a kind of debased erotica — and stretches it to a point where the plot needs us to believe, for instance, that an aspiring politician would invite the recitation of porn at her dignified fundraiser.
Despite a couple of bright points (John Hodgman's pointy-headed appreciation of "poems" that are in fact printouts of late-night sex-texting), the script will annoy even viewers who can stomach its fundamental class-blindness. The idea that Sam's daughter would attend a public school is never broached, and in fact the word "public" isn't even heard until a closing-scene punch line.
As an Indie, I would rate Entertainment PG 21+ (hahahahha), It was an entertaining afternoon for me!
PS: As far as the fashion related scene in this movie? Well, Samantha finally got the expensive bag (probably Bottega Veneta) at the end of the movie!
IMAGES RIGHTS: Movie poster is from Google, Bag scenes taken as still photo from the movie.
Bonnie Somerville plays Samantha, a onetime cheerleader who moves to New York in a self-pitying effort to feel as special as she did in high school — and perhaps to goad husband Jeff (Neil Patrick Harris) into finding work more glamorous than computer programming.
In a movie whose knowledge of New York City seems limited to one widely-discussed truism — it's hell getting kids into private schools; Samantha has somehow never heard this fact. She happily walks her kindergarten-age daughter into a string of tony schools, where administrators (and the just-pregnant women already getting in line) laugh her off.
With the help of a nutty school-placement consultant (the full-tilt Amy Sedaris, dressed in a repertoire of exotically frumpy ensembles from one scene to the next) she lands an interview at Coventry Day School — which is going great until Jeff's buddy (Peter Serafinowicz), a sex addict who's supposed to be babysitting their child, interrupts the meeting with news that makes them look like the world's worst parents.
The increasingly hard-to-swallow action takes a gag that's good for a scene or two at most — that Jeff has been mistaken for a poet whose work is a kind of debased erotica — and stretches it to a point where the plot needs us to believe, for instance, that an aspiring politician would invite the recitation of porn at her dignified fundraiser.
Despite a couple of bright points (John Hodgman's pointy-headed appreciation of "poems" that are in fact printouts of late-night sex-texting), the script will annoy even viewers who can stomach its fundamental class-blindness. The idea that Sam's daughter would attend a public school is never broached, and in fact the word "public" isn't even heard until a closing-scene punch line.
As an Indie, I would rate Entertainment PG 21+ (hahahahha), It was an entertaining afternoon for me!
PS: As far as the fashion related scene in this movie? Well, Samantha finally got the expensive bag (probably Bottega Veneta) at the end of the movie!
IMAGES RIGHTS: Movie poster is from Google, Bag scenes taken as still photo from the movie.
