I saw Silver Linings Playbook yesterday and enjoyed it as much as Looper and Argo, my two prior favorite movies of 2012.
Lone critic for the Observer disagrees, calling out the title (based on a book), Bradley Cooper, Robert De Niro, Jennifer Lawrence and the director (David O. Russell, The Fighter, I Heart Huckabees).
I draw the line at the word “overrated” being used anywhere near the vicinity of Jennifer Lawrence, whose Oscar-nominated performance in Winter’s Bone speaks for itself.
“The ridiculously titled Silver Linings Playbook, not in the same league as The Fighter, doesn’t do for Bradley Cooper what that movie did for Mark Wahlberg.”
“I have never been able to tolerate the pointless, meat-headed, masturbatory cinema of self-indulgent writer-director Mr. Russell.”
“Mr. De Niro hasn’t bothered to give a real performance for at least the past 10 years and he shows no signs of breaking precedent here.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the overrated Jennifer Lawrence that some serious acting lessons couldn’t improve. The rest of the actors are pretty much on their own.”
“Self-indulgent” describes this entire review by jerk-off Rex Reed, who seems to draw a frightening amount of pleasure from hating the beloved for the sake of being different.
Don’t listen to the guy, Silver Linings Playbook is funny, well-acted and poignant.