Best Day Ever

I think we're supposed to feel sympathy for the main character, David, who is turning 50, is questioning his long-term partnership and who is having issues with his career. His partner, Greg, it is implied, is cold and manipulative and not all that loving.

In fact, the way it came across was that David was a self-absorbed, whiny drama queen whose partner was a very level-headed, sympathetic & loving person who withstood David's self-centered tantrums with amazing grace … and who, it might be added, had to be better off in every way to be free of David. That they apparently had had a long relationship and that it was only just beginning to unravel was really hard to believe. Greg and David then break up. Greg leaves. Lucky Greg.

Then, after further interminable kvetching and more egocentric, whiny soul- searching, David is paired up with his friend's cousin. Shane is a shy thirty-something young man from Indiana who is strangely (and I do mean "strangely") attracted to David. One has to believe that Shane must have led a pretty lonely, sheltered life up to this point and/or he's a masochist with daddy issues. They decide to head off into the sunset, or back to Shane's home in Indiana in this case, having finally found true love … by which time the viewer's credulity has been stretched to the breaking point.

The subject of unique issues that gay men face while coping with a mid-life crisis could certainly be fertile ground for comedy or drama, but this production failed to deliver. It was really impossible to feel any sympathy for David or to see any believable connection between him and Shane.

One of those movies where people talk, they don't DO.

At one point a character says it's the happiest day of his life. We only know this because he says it. We certainly don't see him being happy.

There are five characters, sitting in various rooms, talking to each other about LIFE problems. At one point a couple is sitting on a porch. That's as far outside this movie ever goes. Consequently this is a movie about people talking about living, not a movie about the characters actual lives.

This kind of construction only works if the plot is terrific and the dialog is ultra sharp and witty, rife with multiple meanings. The dialog in this movie is exactly the opposite. Flat, boring, uninteresting. You would think a writer who creates a an indy filmmaker character might be able to show us something interesting about filmmaking. Nope. Nada. Nichts. Nothing.

I don't know what kind of life experience a reviewer would need to think this is a 10-star movie. Maybe a small child, or someone living in an iron lung?

Absolute complete waste of time.

This movie is a sappy romance, heartfelt, whiny, sweet and real. We all wonder about our lives and we all have a insecurity about something.

It is a VERY talky movie. It will feel like very revealing conversations with friends. If you like character films, you will enjoy this.

If you reach your mid life crisis at 50 then you must be pretty immature to begin with. I thought a mid life crisis was supposed to happen at 40. Not in this film, which is basically one big vehicle for attention seeking on the part of the leading actor (an autobiographic character, representing Jeff London, the director of the film).

We see this protagonist wallowing in his agony, for way too long, more than 3/4 of the film. I was waiting for the new young love interest to arrive, to stay, and stem the flood of misery that we're subjected to. But the protagonist continues lamenting the past, and the present, and what not. He fishes for compliments from the young guy by passive aggressively mentioning his older age incessantly. I can't stand it when he makes stupid voices or mincing faces and it's supposed to be cutesy, as if the young dude will really be turned on by that. I don't see why the young guy should feel attracted to the protagonist, since it's just all drama and moaning from the get go, and the protagonist ain't that attractive to begin with; he's just a whiny self centered bastard.

Don't let the cover mislead you. This is pretty much a one man show of a miserable charmless man who has got a face like a slapped arse in every scene. The charming young redhead doesn't appear very often, despite him, being the best this film has to offer.

If you actually bother to watch this movie and you see the flat screen TV fireplace (which for some unknown reason is set right in front on a large window) then you have seen the best part of this production. Here's what happens - Frankenface (David) is obsessing over his upcoming 50th birthday because he feels he hasn't obtained his ideal level of living. Which happens to be something like a cute little house with a white picket fence, a dog, and a husband to greet him at home everyday after work. What gay man wants that nonsense?? So you can see which direction this flick is going.

His boyfriend (Greg) is an albino gym rat with a bad case of alopecia! What brought Frankenface and albino gym rat together in the first place is never explained. But Frankenface is so whiney and needy and self absorbed that gym rat just wants to get away from Frankenface. Gym rat tells Frankenface to grow-up and get a life.

Enter Mr Lonely Hearts (Shane) from Indiana, of all places. Well Mr Lonely Hearts and Frankenface just hit it off right from the start! Gym rat sees this as his out from whiney boring Frankenface and splits. Then Mr Lonely Hearts suggest to Frankenface they go back to Indiana to live a lovers life. The end....

That's it people! Frankenface moans and groans and whines about turning 50 and his oh so empty life throughout this entire movie. Gym rat repeatedly says to Frankenface 'get a life', and Mr Lonely Hearts just smiles and looks happy that he finally scored a dick he has convinced to go back with him to Indiana.

Who in hell wants to move to Indiana?