Straight Up

It's interesting to say the least, yet there's no real label to put on this film. It's not bad, it has a decent idea, fine execution, and it's quirky esque style suits the film perfectly. But sometimes a film just has that 'something feels slightly off' vibe that you can't put a finger on? Yea this film has that too.

I loved the writing in this movie. It's introspective and sharp, with back and forth repartee to totally engage you for its short 96 minute runtime. I have obsessive-compulsive thinking tendencies myself and I found the irreverent, self-referential dialogue and overall self-doubt both amusingly charming and relatable. The two main protagonists are given relatively equal screen time and sympathy and the audience finds themselves rooting for them as individuals and as a pair, even when their future is quite uncertain. The movie also poses tough and thoughtful questions about relationships that will keep you thinking about love and attraction and companionship long after the credits have rolled

Theres not really a running story but they just talk and talk and talk the whole time and the talking topics are highly interesting and intellectual. If you dont have a problem with that then you will love it.

If you're searching for an explanation of successful millennial romantic relationships, it might be characterized by bisexuality without sex. If you're searching for an unconventional romantic comedy? that's what writer/director/star James Sweeney offers in the brilliant Straight Up.

It's a rom-com whose roots are firmly placed in the Howard Hawke's world of His Girl Friday, where sex is a form of screwball comedy banter, brilliantly pop-cultured and offered by brainiac characters who want sex but accept words as more forgiving: "You called me." "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did." "My butt dialed you." "Well, I think your butt knows what your heart wants." You might also thin of the less biting, but still bright, Will & Grace.

Todd (Sweeney) and Rory (Katie Findlay) meet cute in a library and exchange super-charged dialogue titillating in its wit and emotionally fulfilling like good sex. He is OCD-his whole life is that analytical way-- arranging the books here making her think he's a librarian. He house sits rather than create a home. It's perhaps his OCD that keeps him from a satisfying sexuality, so preoccupied he is with deconstructing life that he misses its joys. He, however, knows he does not want to be alone his whole life.

The difference between Hawkes' dialogue or, say Wes Anderson's in The Grand Budapest Hotel, is that Straight Up relies on machinegunned words, whereas the earlier screwball comedies come out almost gently from sweet origins in the head with smoother delivery (Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell, for example).

Besides the smart dialogue, Straight Up offers, for the main characters' insistence otherwise, benign almost sexless love, which seems counterintuitive but ends up between the two principals an almost ideal state. Yet both characters long for love, a universal desire the lasts throughout the modern biracial and bisexual modes.

The comedy lampoons the correctness of our century while it offers a sober commentary on fulfilling relationships that rely on mind over matter.

Listen up you uncertain millennials, it's the mind that matters

Wouldda be a '10' except for the very end (i didn't get it?)