Paint

I see how many people hate this movie and I was hesitant to watch Paint because of it, but I thoroughly enjoyed this comedy. I love the aesthetics of the log cabin soft rock side of the 70s and was fed a steady diet of PBS as a small child in the 80s. This was so relaxing to watch. Plenty of Dolly Parton and John Denver to listen to at the Cheesepot Depot.

I'm not a huge disciple of Bob Ross, though I do respect his memory, so I'm also not angry about a comedy making fun of a soft-spoken ladies man with flowered lapels and a white man afro. I really cannot understand being that upset about satire that was built around a certain type of 70s guy not necessarily Bob Ross himself, but okay.

This is one of those films I would watch again just because I found it strangely comforting.

It's a well-intentioned movie that does have some interesting ways that it goes about delivering its messages about valuing what's important in life (especially towards the film's ending). And there were a handful of jokes that did get a good laugh out of me.

Unfortunately, that's about it as far as positives go. Bland by-the-numbers direction, shallowly-written characters, emotionally disconnected performances, and very little actual conflict make Paint an exceptionally boring film for the most part.

It takes far too long for the story to get to its most interesting parts, and for the better part of the first hour I was left wondering when the story was going to start.

I never understood what Owen Wilson's totally-not-Bob-Ross character really wanted or needed until the film's end, and even then it doesn't feel earned.

Every character and plot point is only shown at its very surface level, never giving you much reason to get invested in anything being presented. If I don't know anything about these people or events, why should I care? So I didn't care, and now I will never think about this movie again.

Almost walked out and I should have. Since they tease a Bob Ross movie and never delivering is akin trying to get drunk on near beer. Somehow this movie is set in the 1980s and today. The plot is as predictable as a paint by numbers project.

The only part of the movie worth noting is that Owen Wilson does look like Bob Ross and his hair is something to behold. Sadly, in this movie his knock off impersonation is flat and every supporting character are paper thin and forgetable.

I give credit to the promo trailer team, from that it looks like an interesting movie. How this movie ever received a green light is shocking and the fact people got paid for making it is criminal.

Do yourself a favor and pass on this movie.

...i am sure a lot of people will think this movie is about Bob Ross life, just like i thought so too at the beginning, but it's not. It's a Bob Ross knockoff. The main character Carl Nargle played by Owen Wilson is a fictional character based on Bob Ross, the story is fictional as well so we can say this movie is a parody. Carl Nargle has the same cloud of hair, the same whispery way of speaking, and the same job, painting quaint country vistas on public access TV, but he's not Bob Ross.

I was really disappointed that they just used his character like this, he is an icon and has a lot of fans all around the world!

Britt McAdams' directorial debut "Paint," a joyless 96 (thank you) minutes, is an ill-conceived sendup of Public Broadcasting's artist-in-residence, Bob Ross. It's worth saying, the main character in this paint-by-numbers comedy, Carl Nargle (funny), isn't actually Ross. He is Owen Wilson, by way of Art Garfunkel. Yet like Ross, he paints how-to landscapes on public access television, in Vermont where the locals are holdover oddballs from "Newhart." And like Ross, he has a folksy, on-air style, wears denim a lot, sports a Toni Home Perm, and speaks softly (more seductive than instructive). To everyone's surprise, except his, of course, he is a popular success, especially with women, who seem drawn to him (no pun). In one over-played gag, his artwork makes women orgasm; needless to say, he's discovered the joy of painting. Such is, more or less, the premise here: not much else to hang a smock on, just one joke, and McAdams' screenplay beats the devil out of it.

True to form, Wilson returns to his comic roots to bring off his trademarked persona, the same he's honed over the years on television and in movies, and in movies based on television. A natural clown, he selects from a grab bag of expressions, ticks, and quirks. His schtick, one might say, is a limited palette, like a typical Ross landscape: familiar, yet naive. He's also somewhat attractive--from a distance--and can be humorous if given the opportunity, which this movie fails to do, resorting only to the tried and true, as when Carl scrambles to steal newspapers with bad reviews, a bit that's been done before (I think Berle did it).

Carl is typical of Wilson's cast of characters: a self-deluded, man child, fumbling his way through life, could be certifiable, yet laughable, affable--a joke, really. Bob Ross was something of a joke, too, perhaps, but, while the joke was about him, unlike Carl, it was never on him.