Catfish

Catfish is a vain waste of time. Its a reality/pointless story of me and my art friends/how may different angles can you view, Henry Joost looking "natural" and shirtless. The producers attempt to make a story about creativity and art but its just 87 minutes of mindless rambling. Catfish is an vague, ongoing, 'dialogue' of what it sounds like to be in an art circle. I asked a lawyer if I could sue for my 87 minutes of my life back. He said, 'sure, my jeep could use some new tires with an alignment.' Save it. There is no mysterious deep meaningful, reflective message or spiritual enlightenment its an on-going profile dating video with a bunch of young punks that got a hold of some money to buy a video camera. They had some time to burn with iMovie. And I am out 87 minutes. Don't bother. Wasted Time-

But I really liked Angela and thought it was strong of her to release the footage of her lies and imaginary world. I know she said she felt like she owed him and maybe loved him, but most would still never agree to have something like this shown to the world.

Do yourself a favor and condense this sucker down to three minutes when watching on YouTube. It becomes a taut psychological thriller told with digital images and flashes of character. At 87 minutes, it's self-indulgent and amateur in every sense of the word, from the jarring and cringeworthy performances to tinny dialogue. The BIG TWIST is obvious from the first few seconds of the film. Terrible as is, pretty interesting in fast forwards.