|Directed by:||Evan Clarry|
|Written by:||Stephen Davis|
|Starring:||Jamie Croft, Jessica Gower, Craig Horner, Matthew Newton, Kristian Schmid|
|Released:||October 31, 2002|
Bad. Hopeless. Appalling. Dismal. Sad. Shameful. Pathetic. Woeful. Wretched. Paltry. Shoddy. Disastrous. Inexcusable. Rotten. Unforgivable. Defective. Pitiful. Vile. Terrible. Shocking. Dreadful. Disgraceful. Abominable. Detrimental. Hurtful. Unspeakable. Abysmal. Deplorable. Atrocious. Wicked. Diabolical. Botched. Reprehensible. Horrendous. Awful. Shabby. Horrible. Offensive. Frightful. Dispiriting. Unpleasant. Alarming. Ghastly. Wrong.
I’ve been saving these adjectives for a rainy day and guess what? It’s raining!
Quoting from the film’s website, Blurred is the story of a groups of teens on Schoolies Week - there are “three bus nerds, a couple on a train, two hoons in a Holden, two rich girls who’ve hired a limo and a neurotic girl in her mum’s apartment who is about to get a rude shock from the boys upstairs.”
In my theatre, the back two rows were filled with school kids were obviously there for a look at the week that soon awaits them. Their childish giggling and screaming really ticked me off but not as much as the cast of the film! These characters are spoilt brats who are just plain dumb. They think they’re way too cool for school.
The film promotes everything it shouldn’t. Smoking tabacco, smoking pot, underage drinking, drink driving, dangerous driving, driving without a licence, hitchhiking, breaking and entering, shoplifting, and generally being a public nuisance.
If you’re looking for an example, look no further than the two girls and the limo. They steal the limo from the driver and drive, while intoxicated, on the main highway. They crash, flip the car and wind up on a train line. A train then plows into the overturned vehicle and in most cases, I’d expect the occupants to be found by police in several pieces. Yet somehow, screenwriter Stephen Davis and director Evan Clarry think this is funny. They do this by having both girls escape relatively unscathed and then make “hilarious” jokes about the ordeal. The teen audience in my theatre seemed to love it.
This left the sickest taste in my mouth. Not only did I hate the film, I hated the fact others had been manipulated into enjoying it. Wait for the huge revelation in the finale where it seems the whole point of the film is to show that people change and sometimes, friends don’t remain friends forever. Whoopee! I certainly didn’t see that coming given that the entire cast seemed incapable of making one mature decision.
There’s certainly nothing blurry about my critique for this monstrosity. Just when you think it can’t get any worse, the next scene begins.