Well, this is funny and all… but it’s a bit puerile?
I do enjoy the people being interviewed.
As with the previous Downey movies, it’s less an aesthetic than just not knowing how to frame a shot.
I think this movie posits the question: Are Americans just really bad at making art movies? It always devolves into skits?
I love smoking LSD and such and sleeping on the floor!
This gets progressively less amusing… which is probably the point? It’s still not actually that interesting.
No More Excuses. Robert Downey Sr.. 1968.
This blog post is part of the Eclipse series.