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Weekend, or: It’s Your Fault, So Get Over It

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This week’s film in our Big Fat Gay Blog Collab is Christa’s pick, Weekend. You can see Christa’s review here!

The Film:

Weekend

Where to Watch:

Netflix (US)

The Premise:

Opposites attract as two men who meet at a club spend a weekend together.

The Uncondensed Version:

Our film follows Russell over the course of a weekend that begins with some kind of straight people dinner party. Personally, this sounds like a terrible way to begin a weekend, and Russell isn’t particularly comfortable with the concept either, especially when the conversations turns to thoughts about strippers.

Russell eventually escapes to a club, where he picks up this guy, Glen, and brings him home. It becomes obvious that the two share a connection even though they have very different personalities. Glen is much more confident and comfortable with his sexuality and has an ongoing project where he interviews all of his hookups.

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“This doesn’t happen to you after all of your one-night stands?”

In contrast, Russell has come out to only a few close friends and just sort of looks uncomfortable when his douchey coworkers say creepy things about women. One of Russell’s questions about Glen’s project is how it will be art versus people just talking filth. It’s quite an activist project because Glen’s statement is that gay people should be allowed to talk about sex openly without feeling ashamed.

Up to this moment, I felt a bit iffy about this movie. TBH, dinner party followed by night at the club sounds like a nightmare evening to me, and this is a bit of a talking movie. I lack patience; I’ve accepted this.

But anyway…my point is I love every single thing Glen says. On coming out to his parents on Mother’s Day: “Nature or nurture. It’s your fault, so get over it.” On Russell’s terrible childhood: “Is it really wrong that I find the whole orphan thing pretty sexy?” All of this while wearing a t-shirt that I NEED. Russell/Glen also have an adorable bicycle ride which I’m sure would end in severe head trauma in real life (at least if attempted by this blogger).

Riding a bicycle in general is one of those things that always looks appealing in film, but usually ends in tragedy for me.

Riding a bicycle in general is one of those things that always looks appealing in film, but usually ends in tragedy for me.

Don’t get too comfortable with the cuteness, though, because this movie wants to break your heart. Glen reveals that he’ll be leaving for Portland the next day to study art. Maybe Russell can come visit??? I also became really convinced at this point in the film that Glen wheezing and having difficulty breathing meant he has TB and/or lung cancer (it’s okay—he doesn’t. Seriously, if you cough once in any other film, you DIE).

Russell meets Glen at another club that evening, and it’s clear that Glen likes to be the center of attention and stir up controversy. Glen also doesn’t do boyfriends anymore and in general doesn’t particularly like anyone. On other members of the gay community: “Essentially, they’re all just idiots except they dance a lot more.”

The two ditch the club to go to a carnival and talk relationships/marriage. Glen is not a big fan of marriage and memorably tells Russell “Don’t tell me that people get married for love.” Russell, on the other hand, says getting married is about simultaneously saying “I love you” and “Fuck you,” which is honestly the most romantic description of marriage I’ve ever heard. Incidentally, readers, if you get married, PLEASE let me help you write your vows. I promise you so many occurrences of the word “fuck.”

They're even cute when they fight.

They’re even cute when they fight.

So as our film draws to a close, the tension between whether Glen will stay or go intensifies, as well as Russell’s internal conflict over keeping his life fairly private versus being more open.

One of the sweetest moments between the two happens when Russell pretends to come out to his father, played by Glen (yeah, I know, but if I can make it past the creepiness of the setup, so can you). One of the things Glen says is that he couldn’t be more proud of him than if he were the first man on the moon. I’m going to be honest, I may have teared up a little bit at that part. I also cried a bit at the ending. I may be crying right now. I might have to take a break from writing this post so my tears don’t ruin my computer and/or electrocute me.

You may want to prepare yourself emotionally for this film if you decide to watch.

The Critique:

I like that this is a rather quiet film with a focus on intimate dialogue and the ways we talk about sex and relationships. The film was a bit slow at times, but there were some completely adorable moments that won me over.

The Rating:

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Largely because I feel Glen is the voice of a generation, or at least the voice of me.

Check out Christa’s thoughts here!

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Author: jilliansheilas

I like books, bad movies, bothering my cats, and Herbert Lom. Sometimes I behave like an information professional.

3 thoughts on “Weekend, or: It’s Your Fault, So Get Over It

  1. Pingback: Weekend (Film) Review | A Voluptuous Mind

  2. I love that you loved this more than I did. I unfortunately couldn’t get past how sloooooow everything was and that is my curse. I did hope all the way through that Glen would stay, I would have stayed. Nothing is more important than a cute hairy guy, God knows I’ve done crazier things to be with mine. Heartbreaking it was, but I wanted a little something more xoxo

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