(From IMDb.com)
Remember all that talk about your spirit animal a bit back?
Well, Yorgos Lanthimos beats that animal kingdom by then-some in The Lobster, the writer and director’s first English-speaking film of his Film-Fest darling career.
It’s a thoughtful satire on our society’s rush to pick somebody — anybody, really — to declare as The One.
We meet David in a dystopian world that doesn’t seem so different from right now, right after his divorce. He’s leaving The City for The Hotel, where he’ll get 45 days to find his mate from the other singles there. If he fails, he’ll ber transformed into the animal of his choice. David picks the lobster at his initial interview, disclosing his affection for the sea — and the fact that the crustaceans live far longer than the dog-brother he’s brought along with him.
Colin Farrell plays David perfectly dry to the bone in this ridiculous place filled with desperate folk. He befriends the guy with a lisp, played by John C. Really, and the rascal with a limp, played by Ben Whishaw. Indeed, nobody else in this movie even has a first name.
That works out OK, because in this world, everybody is identified by their faults. And that’s how they pair up, too. Of course, as time winds down, people may get deceptive about who and how they really are. Sound familiar, if opposite, to the manners of our world?
Colin Farrell and Rachel Weisz may or may not couple in The Lobster. (From IMDb.com)
David’s wily ways lead him into the adjoining forest, where he encounters The Loners and a whole other list of romantic rules. The far-sighted woman, played so well by Rachel Weisz — also the narrating voice behind the whole 118 minutes — catches his eye and ardor.
Funny things happen. Peculiar, yes, and ha-ha in a oh-so-very-dry way.
The small downstairs Regal Cinemas theater at Syracuse mega shopping, dining and entertainment complex Destiny USA was filled to capacity, and everybody strained forward for the big finish.
I groaned, out loud. Made me continue thinking walking out, though …
Do you appreciate a dry sense of humor on the screen, or a more in-your-face comedic approach? Which animal would you choose for your transformation? Which fault would be your identifier in this world?
Mark Bialczak 
This doesn’t sound like a movie that I would enjoy Mark. Fantasy stuff (turning into a spirit animal) has never much interested me. Don’t get me wrong, I can conceive of spirit guides, such as those of some First Nations people – it’s the changing into one that I have a hard time with.
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i think i would enjoy it, i like all kinds of humor. as for my animal, i suppose it would be a monkey – full of mischief and mayhem.
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I like your animal choice, Beth. I can relate to that!
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This sounds like a movie I would enjoy bro Mark — if I could stay awake long enough to see it from beginning to end. Long time since I’ve done that, so it could take a couple of days of watching over and over to see the entire thing. The joy of age and senility are catching up now, and I’m enjoying both of them immensely.
And as for the animal I would be, that one is a little more complicated. I’m leaning more toward the wolf than any other, but cats also speak to me, and the larger the better. Have a good week little brother, and if I don’t get back, happy Fathers Day;
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I think wolf would be a good one for you, sis Angie. Thanks for your wishes, my dear. I appreciate it very much.
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I got back before Father’s Day. I seem to constantly impress myself bro Mark. Good thing because I’m the only one here, so I don’t have anyone else to impress, unless it would be my little green tomatoes popping up all over my tomato vines. Just imagine brother, a wolf planting a couple of tomato vines in containers in the apartment window, and the silly vines growing to tree like proportions, and now producing cherry tomatoes all over the place. None of which have ripened yet, but that is probably because I am checking them out every hour to see if they are ripe yet. And wondering if I should try for a bite of fried green cherry tomato, even if it would only be a bite. And take hours to fry enough to make one real bite, at that. Oh lord, I’m living in a jungle here, otherwise known as a mausoleum by my son. And one tomato tree is 6 feet tall. I’ll have to chop it down to pick the tomatoes at the top. YIKES!
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That’s a mighty tall cherry tomato tree, sis Angie! They’ll ripen soon, my dear. Don’t stare at them every minute!!
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