Bug (2007)

What an amazingly frustrating movie. Not since Man of the Year have I seen such a schizophrenic motion picture.

The first hour is a fantastic character study, the awkwardness with which people just meeting each other talk, the half-words where you're unsure, trying to feel out, the innocuous chatter, and, once they got together, the fact that they didn't cover themselves naked (since they've already had sex!), everything was pitch-perfect, well-written, well-acted and well-done.

But then, apparently the screenwriter was fired, and the producer that bankrolled much of the film insisted his 15-year-old son was a genius, and had written a fantastic story about crazy people thinking they're covered in bugs, that they HAD to adapt into a film or he wouldn't back them. So they figured, since they had already shot much of this fantastic indie character study, they'd just segue them and everyone would be happy.

Well, think again. It's very noticeable when the shift goes from the good mvoie to the bad movie, and like a friend starting to smoke crack, it's depressing how very apparently and immediate the downward spiral is, and all you can do is sit by and wait for it to end.

The movie is suddenly, jarringly poorly-written, poorly-acted and poorly-plotted, and just gets progressively sillier and stupider, then almost threatens to become interesting, but shows it was just kidding, and ends about how you'd expect a 15-year-old to end a story he didn't know how to end.

The decline is so staggering, that it's easily the worst film I've seen all year.