|Go: Recipe for Success|
Plot doesn't matter. Character development can go jump into a river. And dialogue... well, okay, dialogue is the only other important detail. If it isn't quotable from beginning to end (hey, don't tell me you can't recite at least half of The Breakfast Club from memory), then you might as well use that money to produce another Scream sequel.
Now, I tend to hate teen movies these days. Most of them suck. But by some coincidence, Go meets two of the above criteria, and it's good. Did you hear me, people? Finally, Hollywood made a good teen movie! I could say, "It's about time!" But instead, I'd like to ask the owner of the hour and forty-minute long movie about a night of sex, drugs, and lap dances gone wrong to come to the main desk. Your movie has been found.
Go opens with three friends -- Simon, Ronna and Claire -- working at the same supermarket on Christmas Eve. Simon (Desmond Askew) plans a weekend trip to Las Vegas with three friends.
Ronna (Sarah Polley) desperately needs rent money, or she'll get evicted on Christmas. So she decides to get Ecstasy (that's a drug, for those of you not in the loop) to sell to two soap opera stars, played by Scott Wolf from Party of Five and Jay Mohr, the balding blond guy who's the Where's Waldo of Hollywood's young supporting actors world. Claire (Katie Holmes from Dawson's Creek), winds up staying at the dealer's apartment as collateral when Ronna can't come up with the rest of the money for the Ecstasy.
The movie tells same story, from three different angles, simultaneously -- like Pulp Fiction, but without John Travolta dancing with Uma Thurman. Throughout the movie you get the feeling you're driving your car, while behind you, some annoying friend says, "Go, go, go," in a repetitive pattern and screaming it into your ear when things get kooky, spooky and altogether ooky. Go moves just like that.
Every performance in this flick is golden, but my personal favorites had to be Wolf and Mohr. Playing soap opera stars who are forced to trap Ronna in a drug deal to get out of their own drug arrests, half of the fun of watching them is... well, I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you. You'll just have to check it out for yourself.
And if you think that I'm going to use the word "go" to tell you to see this movie, that would be a no... um... go! (Sorry, my order of original thought for this week got lost in the mail and is living a quiet life raising sugar cane in Hawaii.)
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