A Rolling Stone journalist goes after the elusive writer David Foster Wallace. The author of that heavyweight champion of a book called Infinite Jest. The book many own and few have actually read. It’s more than a 1,000 pages long and it’s not quite as easy to read as a John Grisham novel. Hey, that’s just a fact and we are fans of both writers.
This is a pretty good movie, and if you’re like us and you often feel damn awkward about being human, about interacting with people and about how you present yourself, then by all means, watch it.
– outstanding performances. The two main characters are just sublime. The nervousness, the skirting around each other, sniffing each other out, the trying to read each other’s mind, the mute search for where the borders of their interaction are, the burning ambition of the interviewer, the extreme insecurity of both of them, the hauntingly tangible moments in which it becomes clear that our biggest fear as human beings is that we don’t want to feel ashamed and long to be the valiant heroes in the story we create of our lives…
– it’s almost a documentary, very little happens, but still you get sucked in, because the baffling experience of being human and never knowing how others perceive you is so accurately portrayed
– all the conversations feel very real
– you should watch it, even if only for the short segment in which the interviewer accuses Wallace of pretending to be less intelligent than he really is
– no matter how many times famous people say that fame sucks, the non-famous will never take their word for it
– well, it is mostly exalted egocentric beating around the bush of people who like to examine their every little thought while millions of people are not sure if they are going to have something to eat tomorrow, but damn, when it’s this well acted, you forget being guilty for all the intellectual masturbation you do
– if you haven’t read Infinite Jest you will will looking for a huge chunk of your most precious resource, time, to sink your teeth in Infinite Jest. And you might be quite dissapointed, it’s anything but ‘regular’. As the interviewer says at the end, the book is like becoming Wallace and feeling how it’s like to be him. We’re guessing that not everyone is eager to be an incredibly sensitive, incredibly self-conscious, rather depressed, and suicidal person who, we assume, failed to live up to the insanely high standards he held himself to…