as more and more time passes I become increasingly certain that the film "Garden State" was not a mere mediocrity but was in fact a total and utter piece of shit. The artistic quality of the movie is unique in that the first time you see it the film doesn't necessarily strike you as being so cloying and twee that you could get juvenile diabetes from repeated viewings. It's only much much later when you wake up screaming in the night over lines like: "The Shins will change your life." and "Good luck with the infinite abyss." that you realize "Garden State" is the rarest of cinema treasures: the horror-regenerator!! It actually gets worse as time goes on even though artistically it hasn't changed at all.
And of course like any cinema disaster the shrapnel spread far and wide. The Shins as a band are over. How you could ever listen to them again is beyond me. And I love power pop: Big Star, Marshall Crenshaw, Pet Sounds all great. The Shins? Just poor poor victims of the mind of Sir Braff.
Oh yeah Save the Clock Towers of New Jersey.
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Scrubs win! Scrubs win!
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