The Shape of Things
I must be in a particularly misanthropic and cynical phase right now, because I quite enjoyed this movie. It’s the usual Neil LaBute m.o., cardboard characters playing out the worst in human nature. But I liked this more than “In the Company of Men,” because that went so over the top that it was hard to grab hold of anything other than your instinctive outrage at these people’s behavior.
In “The Shape of Things,” I saw representations (unrealistic and stagy as they were) of the real ways people hurt and betray each other. And how people who allow themselves to be manipulated and taken advantage of are often complicit in their own pain.
I liked how the notions of who is a sympathetic character in a traditional movie take a beating here. The “nice” people in the story are, if anything, worse than their “mean” counterparts.
I know, I make it sound like a real fun time at the movies. But I think it’s a good thing to be shaken up a little every once in a while; it beats being lulled to sleep.