I don’t want to be a contrarian here, but I had some problems with the plotting of the film. I can look beyond a film’s plot holes or problems as long as I enjoy it. I didn’t even think about the logic problems of Snowpiercer until someone else mentioned it. That’s how much I enjoyed it. However with Boyhood, there was one glaring issue that need some sort of resolution. With a two hour and forty minute run time, Linklater wraps nearly every thing up. Except for one thing.
I apologize for being vague, but I don’t want to spoil anything.
I used to watch The Food Network at ad nauseam. When there was nothing else was on and the DVR was cleared out, I would watch the Triple D, Restaurant Impossible, and, Chopped all the time. Until I actually started to get nauseous from seeing all of that meat.
So, I made the switch to watching HGTV all of the time. This goes beyond watching the occasional episode of “House Hunters International” where I feel secretly jealous of some one moving to Europe (I have to remember that Europeans experience winter so it may not seem as glamorous). This is like I watch all of the prime time shows save for “Cousins Undercover”. Like my best impression is of some Canadian on “Love It or List It”; ‘Ugh, I’m so mad that they have to fix this structural problem to our house that we’ve ignored for years instead of building a new bathroom. The nerve of them!’ Now, I’ve fixated on the little details of these shows.
My favorite part of “Flip or Flop” aside from when the newly remodeled house might be a flop is the establishing shots. They use this beautiful footage of Laguna Beach that must’ve been left over from MTV to establish the new act, but then they cut to a set of track homes in Yorba Linda. That’s a 28 mile trip. Then the guy on “Flip or Flop” demos these houses while wearing flip flops. Flip Flops! Unless I’m aware if Rainbow Sandals came out with a new line of construction friendly flippies, why would anywhere wear flip flops on a construction site?
My HGTV over saturation has reached the point where my current number one celebrity crush is Joanna Gaines from Fixer Upper. I can’t explain it, but it has happened. I still have lots of love for KStew, but there’s just something about Joanna Gaines. In a way, she reminds me of Jessica Chastain’s character from Malick’s Tree Of Life. A real ethereal quality to her. I just can’t explain it.
And all of this happened because I can’t watch Guy Fierri eat food anymore.