Perhaps it’s fitting that talking about I Melt With You means talking about all the things it tries — and fails — to be. The story of a boom-and-bust weekend shared by four reuniting college cronies, I Melt With You is driven by music from its title on, setting the perennial crisis in middle-aged masculinity to glittery eighties beats. An industrial grade melodrama with more cuts than a pound of Bolivian marching powder, the movie aspires to all sorts of aesthetic heights — from Reagan-era reckoning to Iron John implosion to feature-length video for a Jay McInerney cover band. That might make it sound like more fun than it is: Although a stark performative moment here and a cold, sexy shot there slip through, all of the film’s lesser ambitions are undone by its most risible one — to be serious, and thus be taken seriously.
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REVIEW: I Melt With You Mires Male Midlife Crisis in Overstyled Silliness
