Look, I commend our American counterparts for attempting for making an anthology film about the day in the life of a New Yorker. My problem with it is that the film makers try so fucking hard to pander to the hip crowd--trying to be cool and cleaver for the sake of being cool and cleaver, which is annoying, really annoying.

One flaw that this film has is that none of the stories move beyond the confines of Manhattan, which is a true misrepresentation of what the true spectrum: Harlem, Brooklyn, Staten Island, and Queens. Sure, there were some funny moments, but not enough to keep us connected with the characters on screen, with the exception of the heartbreakingly hilarious Prom Date segment with James Caan and Anton Yelchin. Later on in this film, there were two additional segments that touched on subject matter that was very sensitive and heartwarming.

The overall structure of the film proved to be a compendium of monochromatic nonsense. There wasn't even a title for each short film accompanied with its respective director. I sense that when the screenplay was written, I'm pretty sure that they had the following influences in mind: Robert Altman, Woody Allen, and Martin Scorsese. Only the filmmakers decided to remove the nitty gritty elements of what made their visions so unique and evocative and water it down to the most mundane piece of shit one can ever write for a film about the Big Apple.

The really big reason why this film faltered, was that the screenwriters decided to throw completely new material every five or ten minutes after the conclusion of each short. At least its predecessor had the courage to tell a story that had this massive roster of characters, and yet come together at the very end. The film's structure, for the most part, heavily relies on Happenstance situations that make to sense whatsoever.

3My Rating:

HIGH RENTAL