I saw the Anarchists Cookbook at the Angelika theater in Dallas last night. It's in limited engagement but I believe will be going city to city in upcoming weeks as it has already completed its film fair tour.
Let me start by saying this: If you've ever seen
SLC Punk, you've seen this film. And frankly, you've already seen a better version of this film. So if you haven't seen that, go see that first. If you REALLY like that and want more of the same sort of thing, then seen Anarchists Cookbook.
Shot in Dallas and Plano, the local scenes and attitudes are just about the most interesting part of the film. If you're a King of the Hill fan and are entertained by a day in the life of those wacky Texans (and a somewhat realistic portrayal), I suppose that would be another excuse to see this movie.
Reasons not to see this movie? Well. The movie pretends to be more important than it is. It is NOT an examination of the anarchist's movement. It is NOT a good coming of age film. And it is NOT particularly accurate or interesting. If you're looking to see good violence or a tribute to the anti-globalists, this isn't really it. It's random. It's about one kid on the fringe of being in an anarchists trend.
You see, he's part of this little group where Johnny Red (yes, they actually called him Johnny Red) plays Papa Smurf to a bunch of societal outcasts in an abandon building while teaching some outdated hippie anti-establishment socialist crap. Enter Johnny Black (yes, they actually called him Johnny Black, the "how far are you willing to go" nihilist-anarchist who tries and fails to channel the spirit of Brad Pitt's character in Fight Club.
Chaos ensues. But not particularly interesting Chaos. The film should have been called the Anachronistic Cookbook since it seems to recall mid 80s views and characters and place them conveniently in the year 2001. I think the director would have been better served to have done a period piece and gone for making a classic like Heathers, rather than ending up with a watered down SLC Punk.
The director/writer/producer showed up at this particular screening and affirmed by belief that he was more intelligent than his audience. This was, however, only achieved by the audience living up to their dury of proving just how stupid they were. The amount of idiotic questions and ridiculous short pat answers made me wonder how people who attend film festivals with any activity between their own ears manage to not shoot themselves in the head.
So I give it a thumbs down. It is a must see film for idiots like me who will watch anything to do with anarchy and nihilism but it's at the bottom of a growing list of such must see films and makes its mark well below the poverty line of good films. Sid & Nancy can rest easily knowing that they're not likely to get bumped down by the newest rising Dallas film-maker.