The Best Man

“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things” – Francis Underwood (House of Cards. Season 1. Episode 1.)

Oh how I wish I could say that last line but unfortunately, after seeing this movie, I have realized that I have been grossly underestimating my patience. Apparently, thanks to this movie, I have realized that my patience reaches from here to the ends of the world. This movie could not possibly be described any better. It was simply “the sort of pain that’s only suffering”. Suffering from start to finish… and then it now had a part two (chei!).

The movie best man is about an about to wed young lady who meets her fiance’s best friend/best man and develops a high school/teenager level crush on him. She proceeds to marry her fiance, for whatever reason, but then never gets over the crush. So much so that she basically starts to self-sabotage herself, her friendships and her marriage.

The premise of the movie already starts off very questionable but then the entire production of the movie was beneath the foundation of “fair enough”. That is to say that somewhere there is a house that is good. The absolute bottom is fair enough. Then underneath that ‘fair enough’ is where this movie lies. It’s quite unfathomable that anyone would willingly sit through this sort of torture.

The audio quality of the movie was a joke, the video quality was forever faltering. The only thing that held the movie up, aka the only thing that wasn’t as bad as the rest was the performances. The actors didn’t just come on set and recite lines in every scene. Do not misunderstand though, they recited their lines in about 85% of the movie but that 15% was the hanging thread of hope. It was the blinking light at the end of an endless tunnel.