The Devil's Advocate

Rating: Null/10 (9 August 2004)

OK, here's the low points:

Joan Cusack and Sarah Silverman have cruelly been separated from the importance they deserved in any movie, especially Cusack because I've got a timeless, hopeless crush on her. Period.

I'm 37 and a movie bum. I have an admiration for directors like Cronenberg, Lang, Hawks, Fellini, Truffaut and all the names that make you feel adequate at an intellectual conversation with people my age in one trendy design bar on a cool evening. How could I absolutely LOVE SofR? Because its musical references were too much to expect in the city where I live, which is more prone to Sonar's experimental electronica rather than to sustain my eternal allegation to rock music. That's a fact.
I saw the posters for the movie last December, I think. I immediately tried to see it in the original version, but... no f'ing way. No cinema had programmed it in English. You're in Spain, my friends said. I was determined to not laugh with dubbed, dumbed-up gags, so I decided to download it from the 'Net which I did. I saw it four times within the four days that followed, and then I was ready to pay my ticket to hear a sorry local singer unsuccessfully committing the crime to dub Jack Black's incomparable witticism. I had the same laughs at the cinema, but only by remembering Jables' voice!
Yesterday I rented the DVD version. I saw it once with a bunch of friends and once again with another, extras included. I don't think I'll ever stop watching it for a while, even though I've deleted the downloaded version from my PC a few minutes ago. Those magnificent artists don't deserve being downloaded; now I think I've paid for every laugh.
And yes: Freddie Jones does better than I do at the drums. I've bought some new sticks, and am playing the drums again.