Synopsis
The story of eight old friends searching for something they lost, and finding that all they needed was each other.
Seven old college friends gather for a weekend reunion after the funeral of one of their own.
Seven old college friends gather for a weekend reunion after the funeral of one of their own.
Reencuentro, O Reencontro, Der große Frust, Il grande freddo, Les Copains d'Abord, Η Μεγάλη Ανατριχίλα, החברים של אלכס, Большое разочарование, A nagy borzongás, 大寒, Голямото замръзване, Gensyn med vennerne, Wielki chłód, Människor emellan, Retrobament, چهل سالگی, 새로운 탄생, Velké rozčarování, 再会の時
My friends and I are approaching the age of these characters, and on the one hand we’re not as rich and successful, but on the other hand I guarantee we are more fun to hang out with
I feel like my expectations were too high but this was disappointing. It wasn’t bad, it actually had some great entertainment value and fun performances but with what point? Seriously though all the actors in the cast are enough to keep you even somewhat engaged. I love the 80s feel with the music, color palette and clothing. I just feel like this movie was pointless and kinda forgettable. It didn’t really go anywhere and the movie needed an extra “oomph” to get to that great level. So overall it’s a fun time with an awesome cast and a great 80s feel, but lacks sufficient strong elements to make it a great movie. Too forgettable and doesn’t really go anywhere.
A movie ostensibly about a group of college friends getting together for a few days after the suicide of a common friend, The Big Chill is really about the upper middle class in the early years of Reaganism. A more vanilla subject is difficult to imagine and yet the movie intensely believes that the pseudo-problems of the central group are endlessly fascinating. In theory, the subject of middle class men and women feeling bad about their very first-world problems (mostly out of boredom) isn't an intrinsically worthless topic, but it becomes really hard to care when the characters lack any awareness of their privilege. Sadly, the movie itself is equally blind to the larger culture (except for the soundtrack, which is used to add color to an otherwise mediocre production but comes off disingenuous). Otherwise competently acted by a stellar ensemble including Jeff Goldblum, Glenn Close, and Kevin Kline.
I sort of hate this very enjoyable movie and watch it every two years to make sure
I know I’m the ten millionth person to make this point, but people used to look normal in movies!!! why doesn’t anyone look normal in movies anymore!!!
Ok look, I can't stand yuppies anymore than the next guy, but the noticeable amount of distain for this film has me a little baffled. I found the entire experience to be(oddly enough)overwhelmingly enjoyable. Films that can keep my attention span this well exercised through nothing but well-written dialogue alone are godsends if anything. It was genuinely funny(Jeff Goldblum and a few bats are to thank for much of that), has tremendous editing aesthetic and one of the best opening credit sequences I've ever seen. A rather unbelievable side-plot involving a surrogate sperm donor adds a small bump in the road, but it's nothing I couldn't look passed, considering all the TV shows and sci-fi films that've gotten away with…
I see where the makers of "Suicide Squad" got the idea for a loud, obvious soundtrack that over-emphasizes every scene of a nothing movie.
For approximately 55 minutes, The Big Chill was a pleasant surprise. Dark humor! A dash of Goldblum! Consistently inappropriate Meg Tilly!
And then it happened. The King of the Kringe Scenes. The white people in the kitchen awkwardly dancing to Motown montage. At least seven close-ups of white butts switching and swaying to “Wait Till the Midnight Hour.” Kevin Kline doing the hop with a fake guitar thing during a song that in no way features the guitar in a fashion where the guitarist would be doing the hop with the guitar thing.
The question to end all questions is: did The Big Chill birth the dancing awkwardly around an island in the kitchen to misplaced music montage trend? If it didn’t invent it, it perfected it....And by perfected it, I mean Mary Kay Place just thrust the side of her butt into the side of William Hurt’s butt. Kill me now.
say what u will about godard but at least weekend had the foresight to condemn all the boomer sellouts in the big chill to a cannibal holocaust.
by this point the film's rep has sunk to where pointing out why it's bad is like shooting fish in a barrel but it's still galling in a film with no black characters that there's a conversation where a lawyer says she left public defending because all her clients were (cw) scum of the earth rapists, another character asks who she thought she'd be defending, and a third says bobby and huey, ending there in the closest the film gets to evoking a lost radical past but signaling instead that no one involved…
A group of self-absorbed, privileged yuppies use their friend's tragic suicide as an excuse to unload all their emotional burdens on each other. People with no chill whatsoever. And they dance horribly.
i’m going to rewatch this in a few years, and i’m quite sure i’ll either love it and relate to whatever just happened or just completely hate it