Trainwreck begins somewhat atypical for a chick-flick: a sepia-toned nostalgia piece in what looks suspiciously like (please) 35mm. And on top of that, it's perfectly framed. And well acted. And funny. And makes sense. Nice.
|An honest portrayal of love|
Well yes, and no. It's your typical storyline (with the usual gender roles reversed) which isn't exactly dynamite. Our main protagonist is Amy, and she is the Trainwreck of the title. It's a pretty accurate title, believe me. So we follow Amy and her haphazard life: she works at a dubious mens magazine, has dubious familial relations, and leads an incredibly dubious sex life. That is, at least, until she meets Aaron (a sports doctor). What follows is two hours of the trials and tribulations of romantic life. We see surgery, death, Lebron James, Matthew Broderick (playing himself), basketball, weird husbands, weirder sex, and (naturally), ice-cream.
|The Dogwalker - typical sundance fare|
So there you have it, Trainwreck is a pretty good film. It has good characters, some good acting, good laughs, and a meaningful story. But it hits the metaphorical glass ceiling in being, at the end of the day, a chick-flick with a typically cheap rom-com storyline.
|Trainwreck gets 4 stars!|