About Dinner In America

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One of my favorite things is to watch or read something that produces the involuntary thought, “That would’ve never occurred to me.”

Dinner In America had this effect. I can be outlandish and a little countercultural, but this movie has a unique kind of screw-you attitude I’ve never seen. Like its main character, it doesn’t seem to care who it offends or what anyone thinks of it.

A magnificent illusion, I’d say, because this is no Jackson Pollack painting. Besides a few things that are just a little too convenient, this is a smart story that does everything it can to stick the landing. If the first few minutes leave you thinking that they’re throwing paint at the wall, wait a bit longer. There’s a quirky little love story going on. Some scenes that gave me feels I truly wasn’t expecting.

I don’t have a tight grip on philosophy, but I know one thing. More humor is always good. Maybe it’s not great to say that the profanity in this movie is top-tier, but I must. I’ll be quoting for years.

If it was only about rebellion, it would've gotten boring. It doesn’t get boring. It’s a wild ride with heart and strange style. If you can stomach the language and the fantastically over-the-top performance of Kyle Gallner, you’ll get what I’m saying.

I’m not sure this requires you to be in a certain frame of mind or certain mood. A lot of stuff is like that. This might grab you no matter what you’re feeling. It’s good, is what I’m saying. Laughing out loud and giving a crap about characters that are completely different from you—nice. We need more of that, please. Cheers and see you after.