Back in eighth and ninth grade, Coco and I used to have intense movie marathons. We'd walk to Movie Gallery, rent a bunch of movies with a lose theme in mind, stay up all night and watch them all. The theme could be anything, but because we aren't too creative, it was usually more like 6 Degrees of [Insert Actor Here].
One night we were going to get I Heart Huckabees, so we picked up another Jason Schwartzman film that neither of us had heard of called Spun. By the time we got to it, Coco had fallen asleep. I figured "Looks pretty boring. Drug dealers, I know the drill. I'll watch it without her. She's not missing much."
She missed quite a bit. She has since then watched Spun, loved it and bought a crappy VHS tape of it from Wal-Mart that's edited. [SPOILERS AHEAD] Lucky her. She didn't have to see John Leguizamo with nothing on besides a sock on his penis. I hope for her sake they blurred his whole body out.
The movie has been critically acclaimed as a realistic portrayal of a drug addict's lifestyle. That may be very well true, but it has been done much more tastifully in such movies as Weirdsville.
The movie seems to try to gross out the viewer at every turn. The characters are all grungy. Cookie (Mena Suvari) has rotted teeth, Frisbee (Patrick Fugit) has acne that is constantly popping throughout the film... The list goes on.
If a film maker feels the need to appall the audience to make it memorable, then he obviously does not know what he's doing. It is possible to have people continue discussing your movie without playing the gross out card. That's what reality television is for.
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