American Cowslip

One of the worst movies I've seen. All the characters are one-dimensional, the dialog is insipid, and the characters' motivations make no sense at all. The protagonist is an unemployed, agoraphobic junky, who doesn't pay his rent and doesn't think of anybody but himself. He's disgusting, revolting and selfish. He has not a single redeeming quality, yet everyone loves him. Even his landlord, to which he owes several months rent, says that he really likes him. They don't even mind the fact that he goes weeks without bathing. But what's beyond even those absurdities is the cute teenage girl across the street, who is half his age and is madly in love with him. Yeah, this could happen - in a bizarro universe! I didn't laugh once. All the jokes were juvenile, insipid or lame. It was painful to sit through this. I felt embarrassed for the filmmakers. For example, they put trendy, titillating vulgarities like "corn rocket" and "donkey punch" in the mouths of 70 and 80 year-olds. This concept was beaten like a dead horse at least 15 years ago. And now, it's just sad. Every characters' actions are so implausible that the story falls apart because what they're doing is so completely out of character and nonsensical. It's as if a group of 10 year-olds got together and brainstormed for a story - and then threw in some requisite adult swearing. Who is the target audience? It's clearly written for the 10 year-old mind, so why did they make it an R rated movie? Don't waste your time with this trash.

I think this could have been an OK movie if the lead was someone else...or maybe not. He was just so disgusting. Whether this was intentional or not, given that he is a heroin junkie I have no idea. But I suspect the audience is expected to have some sort of empathy and/or sympathy for his character in a whimsical sort of way.

No, he was simply insufferable and it was hard to see why any of the other neighbours went out of their way for him.

The young teen neighbour (who, incidentally did look older) falling in love with him and all that was just plain creepy.

I hope this was not meant to be an anti-drug movie, because that is certainly not the way it came across.

a cocktail of clichés, few good actors in bad roles, childish humor and blasphemies,absence of coherent story, a donkey and a Peter Pan complex case. nothing new or convincing. it can be one of comedies about small things or a mixture between American Pie and fake Seinfelt clone if has little measure. but it is only a basket with all in a kind of improvisation.Ronnie Gene Blevis in search of few scenes to make his role authentic. irony is a thin line, the situations are bizarre , the message is inexistent. the salvation - good intentions of makers who search present a case of good guy with a lot of sins. but the indulgence falls in contact with the pink end. conclusion - poor cast !

What a superb contribution to modern American film! I must admit that at first I was scared American Cowslip would fall into the dreary and desiccated trap that plagues some independent films; however, within the first 10 minutes I was overjoyed by the amount of vivaciousness and wit that flowed from the screen.

Co-writers Mark David and Ronnie Blevins are an inspirational team, and although he is surrounded by an award winning cast, Blevins holds his own in the spotlight. His character, Ethan, is eccentric yet lovable and he is harmoniously paired with his love interest Hanna Hall.

To me the movie is nothing less than 113 minutes of life, love, laughter, and addiction - without a single minute wasted!

Just as it's name implies, this movie grew on me. It certainly left me with a feeling to see it again to make sure I had connected all the metaphoric dots creatively laid out for me.

The film weaves and knots a moral tale implying that we are all not only enablers but addicts to something, whether it be drugs, past glory, love, control or freedom. The characters' cracked facades only temporarily protect them from the dangers outside their front door and inside themselves. While leaning on each other, none of the characters ever obtain the help they help they need to "kick the habit" and it is their eventual undoing. It is a sad tale in which everyone looses something, unable to break out of the sweet sickness enabling their self-victimization.

While slow and repetitive at times, the characterizations are humanely broad enough that we see a little of ourselves in each one. The lighting of the film in golden and sunny overtones, the over-the-top silly humor at times, the fair-like set sweetens the bitter lesson this moralistic tale pours for us to swallow. Just as there is no such thing as an American Cowslip, there is no such thing as just an addict out of control.