Eric Kohn‘s pan of Lorene Scafaria‘s Seeking A Friend For The End of The World (Focus, 6.22) is a little too cerebral and tap-dancy, so here’s what my son Dylan told me after catching a screening last week: “It’s a shitty movie. Scafaria doesn’t seem invested in the idea of an asteroid about to hit the earth…she just wants to end the world for any reason. And none of the characters are interested in trying to survive. It feels like nothing. I just wanted the asteroid to come and kill everyone.”

The film “valiantly tries to inject a familiar premise with renewed emotional discernment and instead flails about in search of it,” Kohn writes. “The directorial debut of screenwriter Lorene Scafaria (Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist), Seeking a Friend follows a pair of would-be lovers on a meandering road trip that takes place in the weeks leading up to the destruction of the Earth, a tried-and-true set-up that provides a simple backdrop for exploring lost souls in search of meaning in their final days.

“While smartly observant in individual moments, Scafaria’s thinly conceived story fails to deepen its scenario beyond the basic allegorical possibilities of the oncoming apocalypse.

“Cast in the same disaffected everyman role he embodies to a fault every time out, Steve Carrell plays somber insurance salesman Dodge, whose wife promptly abandons him upon news of Earth’s imminent demise. With 21 days to go before the cataclysmic event, Seeking a Friend launches Dodge’s titular mission through a series of title cards that lead up to the final moments. That recurring device creates the perception of a gradual build to an expected revelatory payoff, but the movie never rises to the challenge. In the process of relying alternately on poetic restraint and gags, the film’s emotional grounding slowly dissipates.”

The essence of Roberto Unger’s three-week-old YouTube video, which explained why he believes President Obama does not deserve to be re-elected, is bluntly phrased but more or less correct. Obama has failed to advance the progressive cause in the United States, true, because he is a center-right conservative with an aversion to political combat and bringing pain into the lives of his opponents, which is what any good politician must do.

But Unger is an egghead purist. He is essentially saying “this man is not what he seemed — he is certainly not doing what many of us would have him do — so let’s pull the temple down upon our heads and let Romney win.” And that is insane.

Benoit Jacquot‘s Farewell My Queen, set in 1789 on the verge of Bastille Day, “has its own charm, a matter-of-fact treatment of lesbianism and magnifique costumes and settings [that] opts for the grand European style of Girl With a Pearl Earring rather than a modernist rereading a la Sofia Coppola‘s post-punk vision Marie Antoinette.” Indiewire‘s Anne Thompson called it “an intimate and sexy period spectacle that takes us backstage at Versailles and into territory Sofia Coppola was not willing to go.”

From Variety‘s Justin Chang: “Benoit Jacquot’s venom-tipped account of palatial intrigue and royal oblivion scrupulously maintains a servant’s-eye view but winds up holding the viewer at an unrewarding distance.”

Two or three hours ago I was sitting at an outdoor cafe in Grindelwald (a 20-minute drive from Lauterbrunnen) and staring up at the somewhat spooky, occasionally cloud-covered Eiger — not the biggest or tallest mountain in the world but one that has killed at least 64 climbers who’ve tried to ascend its north face since 1935. Phillip Stolzl‘s North Face implanted the mystique. If the Eiger had a reddish tint it would look a bit like Cecil B. DeMille‘s Mt. Sinai in The Ten Commandments (’56).

For me, Susan Tyrrell‘s most inspired performance was in Anthony Page‘s I Never Promised You A Rose Garden (’77) in which she played a fruit-loopy resident of a sanitarium that is shared by Kathleen Quinlan. Most obit writers are citing her Oscar-nominated performance in John Huston‘s Fat City (’72), by any measure a vivid and honorable thing. She had a tough life after losing her legs twelve years ago. Condolences to family, friends, fans.

“What is the secret of Lena Dunham‘s success?,” asks The Hollywood Reporter‘s Scott Feinberg in a 6.18 article. “She won’t say it, but I will: She is startlingly brilliant — in equal measures smart and funny — and eagerly self-deprecating. Think of a female Woody Allen or Larry David.

“This is something that I had suspected from watching her work, but that was confirmed to me, beyond any shadow of a doubt, by the hour that we spent together in Brooklyn a little over a week ago, during which we discussed a wide range of matters pertaining to her life and work.”

I don’t know what to do with this erotic Sigur Ros video featuring Shia Labeouf‘s willy. I can roll with the nonsensical slow-mo dreaminess, but it’s making me feel like Bosley Crowther watching Psycho. I respect the homage to the Martin Sheen-freaking-out-in-his-Saigon-hotel-room scene in Apocalypse Now, starting around the 6:00 mark. I don’t know what else.