A few years late

Rating: 4/10 (19 April 2000)

I probably would have loved High Fidelity fifteen or twenty years ago. I was still rearranging my 600+ LPs on a regular basis (including the Slits - on the wall of the record shop, and BOTH Art Garfunkel AND Marvin Gaye), pining over relationships that imploded, and making top-10 lists for everything conceivable. And superficiality worked on me in films.
I knew plenty of blustery Jack Black types from college; But black was merely playing John Belushi, who certainly would have played the part back then. Yet the part seemed a mere plot device.
There was little beyond the surface, no longer much I could relate to. A few laughs, some forced sensitivity. The relationship was ho-hum; I never cared whether it would work. As I walked out, I found High Fidelity to be instantly forgettable. A few moments push it above 5 out of 10, but barely to 6.
Edit: I am soo glad I gave the book a shot. Really enjoyed it. It makes the overly Americanized movie look even worse.