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I am a sucker for anthology films.

You know, the ones that have three or four or more stories which the film guys can't develop further into a full screenplay? And, hating to do away with what they have created, the make an itty bitty version or three of them and string them together.

Hence:

Third Person (2014)

From Paul Haggis.

They aren't bad. They aren't good.

There are some marquee names. James Franco, Adrien Brody. The ever annoying Mila Kunis. (Professional bitch).

Even stars can be tempted into the jewel box.

But they do not come off or out of the box very well.

In this one, there is a connection between the three but I am too tired of it all to think about it.

They are good enough to amuse, mock a little, and possibly be remembered before I finish typing this.

I like all these people. They had to try it. Everyone does. I have yet to see one of these that turns out. That is not true, actually. Many do. I just don't remember them. Like television writing, the need to compress kills character and theme. About as interesting as a naked body which, as it turns out, is a lot like all the others even one's own. Just younger or older or fitter or fatter or leaner.

These are all kind of lean. Skinny. And, of course, short. (Is a comma supposed to go in there? I never know. A subordinate phrase or something. I just sprinkle them in and let you all worry about it)

I will give it a 3 out of Netflix5 but part of the problem is that I don't know who I am giving it to. Paul Haggis I guess.

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