Watching HBO on a Tuesday afternoon is rarely a very rewarding activity. Wanna be films pour for more than eighty minutes on screen, making me wonder whether sleep doesn't truly have an intellectual purpose. However, from time to time, like once or twice every six months, it just so happens that there's film on, Tuesday in the afternoon, which has a title that appeals in even the faintest regard. Now, that's a day to keep in mind. When there's even a concept behind the thing, a tiny eye-hole vision, then you might just have yourself a funky time on your head.
"New Suit" is by far not an impressive film, but, given the circumstances above mentioned, it gathers some attention for itself, considering the allegorical context: Hollywood living in it's flawless suit of "despickability". Maybe there's not much to laugh at during the movie, but it's a pleasant feeling to sense someone small and innocent portraying Hollywood's fakeness and forgetting that everyone is a "victim" in the system. Of course, it doesn't go too deep and about half of the movie feels just like a dumped story of its kind, but being candid is that which makes it worth its while.
The actors are so well picked - total anonymity dispersed among some familiar faces - that they conjure this fantasy like atmosphere, cleverly backed up by some very lively, nearly surreal colors, obviously denoting that it doesn't take itself too serious. I have to appreciate "New Suit" for being smart, even though it remains somewhat hollow at times.
