Shrink

Simply cutting between 3 or 4 weak stories does not an interesting film make. No deeper meaning, just getting by. Why waste my time?

I got trough this movie somehow. It is not a bad movie but I found it depressing. Kevin Spacey is good as always.

Definitely one of my favorite Kevin Spacey movies. Never heard about this until randomly discovering it, very happy I did. Quite an amazing movie.

a good one, we enjoyed it!

i loved this movie. I love Kevin Spacey. This was just awesome :)

There are so many challenges in our lives, and the hardest ones have happiness in common. We're forced to juggle fate, luck, relationships and death as soon as we enter adulthood. Some have an easier life than others, and this film makes an excellent case of our abilities to overcome, submit to or run away from our demons. Shrink is a beautiful film, stuffed to the gills with an amazing cast, showcasing Kevin Spacey at his finest, introducing a brand new star and it will take you on a rollercoaster ride of serious emotion.

Very boring plot. also a little depressing & stupid. Comlete waste of time. I wouldnt even give it 1 star, but I have to to give it a rating

Instead of being called “Shrink” this movie should be called “Stink”. I thought by the trailers it might be funny but it’s just a ride down Self Absorbed Boulevard, LA. A “Fame” and “American Idol” film rolled in weed. There are cameos I think by Leo DiCaprio and Matt Demon or they brought in some great doppelgangers. They’re not credited and if it is them they’ve done a great job hiding themselves. Robin Williams doesn’t attempt to mask himself and is in it too, also uncredited. I think he’s playing himself--some sex obsessed alcoholic actor who is trying hard to stay faithful to his beautiful wife lest he lose her to his lust--but you sense that it is more age that is curing him than our movie shrink. At first you think the film is going to be all right, but like those in Hollywood itself, nobody grows up. Everybody is stoned, crazy and unshaven (Why is everybody unshaven?) and yet all dreams come true. A simple-minded valet finally sets his mind to writing his script by pulling an all-nighter and is rewarded by having his script become a movie. A secretary waits on a male who wears Prada but has a soft side so he invites her into the Never-Never-Land of movie producing. A 12-year-old bad-side-of-town girl who dreams of making movies uses her superior intellect to let the producers know that the valet’s script, though about her via a criminal violation of privacy, is so fantastic that she’s now okay with his stealing her psychiatric file. Everybody floats in pools on their backs. Everybody smokes. Nobody seems to have an ounce of self-discipline or control, or even the desire to produce something artfully worthy. They all just want to be famous for its own sake and we as the audience are suppose to envy and worship them for they have reached the pinnacle of American accomplishment: Stoned while famous. Oh, but then they are all more or less cured. They stop smoking weed. Fortunately, too much money for too little work has made them all impervious to any long-term consequence. By the end you can’t help but wonder what ounce of difference could it possibly make if they go through life stoned or not? It’s not like the actually have to DO anything or are responsible for anyone. So they sit in the same yard, same place, same pools, still unshaven, only without a joint hanging out of their mouths. The end.

I had to turn it off -

Greif is a tricky emotion to try to capture without becoming trite or maudlin. It is as constraining as a leash. It is smoke and fog that limits vision and is intangible, like love and happiness. Though we believe in love and happiness, we deny grief, our own and other’s. Who even calls it what it is? Few grasp what they are suffering from. Greif is acted out in many guieses until it mysteriously diminishes. We are all helpless in the face of it, until indefinable circumstances cause it to lift. Some carry greif with them their whole life, unaware of the toll. Were it not for the awful sound track, the sometimes inept dialogue and the lack of any real tension ("Crash" got THAT right), the film might have been more successful. Had it not been Hollywood characters, we might feel more sympathy. Instead, it is like grief, hard to watch. But, it is also somehow affecting. Thank Spacey, the grieving shrink, and especially, Dallas Roberts, the neurotic super agent. They are both worth the price of the rental.