I Really Hate My Job (2007)

Here are some study questions to ponder before you enjoy this film:

What if an entire restaurant staff was more interested in self-analysis than serving you dinner?

What if a writer-director was more interested in self-analysis than making you a movie?

What are your feelings on writers who can only create surrogates for their own annoying personalities? Aren't they really annoying?

Have you ever heard dialogue so obvious from people so self-loathing, the writer must have thought it was brilliant?

Have you met people so sure that they are better than everyone else, they must actually hate themselves?

What if you met a Portuguese sous-chef that tossed off stupid pearls of wisdom instead of keeping her cigarette out of your food?

Can you relate to a waitress who strips naked in front of the customers when she has an existential crisis?

Have you ever seen a movie that is a 90-minute cry for help?

Would you like to barf every time you enter a restaurant?

And finally...

How obsessed are you with actor Danny Huston? Like oh my God!

Your answer for every question should be... I REALLY HATE THIS MOVIE. It is fascinating as the very worst example of a filmmaker exposing their deepest ugliness for all the world to see. It is fascinating because, for her bravery, I really, really hate her.