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07-Mar-2020 02:14

Remember, Ben: to assume is to make an ass out of you and…you.

But mostly this film is important for marking the end of Ben's unfortunate goatee phase, for which we are eternally grateful.

From the romantic delusions of Chasing Amy to the what-if whimsy of Sliding Doors, pretty much everything you need to know about relationships can be found in these '90s gems from Ben and Gwyn: Chasing Amy Ben made a risky decision in this film to claim undying love for a lesbian, played by the queen of sexy baby voices, Joey Lauren Adams.

Even riskier was his assumption that she had never slept with a man before him, which blew up in his heteronormative face spectacularly.

Sure, among movies about hard-hitting true stories of war and actual American heroes, popcorn flicks seem like a throwaway.

But don’t count out the power of patriotism attached to saving the planet from an astronomical extinction.

Consider Ben Affleck: the cerebral lug, the regally square-jawed scoundrel, the thinking man’s matinee idol, the matinee idol’s thinking man.

He has a quarter century’s worth of experience in the Hollywood muck now, a career rife with both Oscar glory and ignominious bombs, glossy triumph and tabloid disgrace.

During his career renaissance in the late 2000s, the shame receded: He was directing, which is much less embarrassing than acting in bad movies, and in 2013, he won a Best Picture Oscar for Argo.

(“Everybody's examining me, projecting their shit on me.”) By the time the paparazzi’s hounding him everywhere and every move he makes backfires, you’re convinced no other human alive could’ve played this role, or would even want to. His monotone and overall vibe even flatter, his charm whittled down to a few weird sparks with Anna Kendrick.

You’re likewise convinced that this is a pretty great movie you don’t ever want to see or even think about ever again. Anyway, this era is a shocking, smashing, unqualified success. It’s a confusing but not unfun movie, though when Affleck downplays his charisma too much—his jaw set too tight, his slight smile just a little too smug—he’s basically indistinguishable from John Corbett.

The ride hasn’t always been fun, but it has never for one second been boring. Here, now, is a somewhat thorough (and usually gentle) phase-by-phase breakdown. It’s quite villainous.” “You seem pretty laid-back. Or else you swing into your mama’s-boy charm offensive, and that can feel glib.” “You looked like hammered shit.” is two and a half hours of Ben Affleck being owned by everything and everyone, a masochism bacchanal. Once his beloved Red Sox won a World Series, he sought out an even bigger challenge. Where you think, ‘Well, boy, my life’s gonna be really different if I go down this way, or if I do Batman, or if I do this other iconic thing.

The moment you picture young Ben Affleck, pure and dapper and fresh-faced and ascendant, the line pops into your head as though it’s a memory from your own life, as though he’d asked you directly, in person. Your boy is reduced to a wan shrug, a slight paunch, a hangdog expression he can’t shake even in those few feeble moments where he tries to fight back. Or I could just have movies where kids fart on me.’” That would very possibly be preferable to is that Batman is the least of its many, many problems. He’s a relief, even, neither overdoing it nor underdoing it, scrunching up his eyebrows and looking thoughtful and content to be the only adult in the room. He’s not in , an odd and morose and pretty entertaining crime thriller in which he plays an autistic math supergenius who can also kick rich amounts of ass at a moment’s notice.

During his career renaissance in the late 2000s, the shame receded: He was directing, which is much less embarrassing than acting in bad movies, and in 2013, he won a Best Picture Oscar for Argo.(“Everybody's examining me, projecting their shit on me.”) By the time the paparazzi’s hounding him everywhere and every move he makes backfires, you’re convinced no other human alive could’ve played this role, or would even want to. His monotone and overall vibe even flatter, his charm whittled down to a few weird sparks with Anna Kendrick.You’re likewise convinced that this is a pretty great movie you don’t ever want to see or even think about ever again. Anyway, this era is a shocking, smashing, unqualified success. It’s a confusing but not unfun movie, though when Affleck downplays his charisma too much—his jaw set too tight, his slight smile just a little too smug—he’s basically indistinguishable from John Corbett.The ride hasn’t always been fun, but it has never for one second been boring. Here, now, is a somewhat thorough (and usually gentle) phase-by-phase breakdown. It’s quite villainous.” “You seem pretty laid-back. Or else you swing into your mama’s-boy charm offensive, and that can feel glib.” “You looked like hammered shit.” is two and a half hours of Ben Affleck being owned by everything and everyone, a masochism bacchanal. Once his beloved Red Sox won a World Series, he sought out an even bigger challenge. Where you think, ‘Well, boy, my life’s gonna be really different if I go down this way, or if I do Batman, or if I do this other iconic thing.The moment you picture young Ben Affleck, pure and dapper and fresh-faced and ascendant, the line pops into your head as though it’s a memory from your own life, as though he’d asked you directly, in person. Your boy is reduced to a wan shrug, a slight paunch, a hangdog expression he can’t shake even in those few feeble moments where he tries to fight back. Or I could just have movies where kids fart on me.’” That would very possibly be preferable to is that Batman is the least of its many, many problems. He’s a relief, even, neither overdoing it nor underdoing it, scrunching up his eyebrows and looking thoughtful and content to be the only adult in the room. He’s not in , an odd and morose and pretty entertaining crime thriller in which he plays an autistic math supergenius who can also kick rich amounts of ass at a moment’s notice.Instead, there's a palpable desire to punch him in the face.