Piece of self absorbed, moronic plot that sucks.

Rating: 1/10 (14 June 2015)

This kind of self absorbed tripe is so typical of Hollywood. "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" was used in the most pathetic sense. Yes, Raymond Carver was a drunk. Yes, Raymond Carver had hurtful relationships. To try to use Raymond Carver's pain and self loathing to tell a story of a half baked actor? An actor that played to a 6 year old's idea of a super hero back in the day and then the actor wants to get serious? Wow! Really? Since when does American Literature deserve to be treated this way? Is this someones moronic idea of what was going on in the mind of Raymond Carver when he wrote the story? And this won academy awards? Why do the pretentious, overpaid morons in LA wonder why anyone other than the 14 to 25 age set of males in this country pay to see the crap they put out like this? Oh, that's right, they don't wonder. They pander to it.