I’m so great, I’m the solution to everything, I can do anything, I don’t need help or a hero, I can do everything myself. I found the secret to life, and it’s me. I was looking for the solution to life’s problems and realized I already had them in me because I’m f$#@ing perfect.

It’s a straight up sunshine enema, trying to blow self esteem by sheer force right out of your ears. Psychologically and spiritually, it’s completely vacant. It paints a weak vision of the struggles of life and a trite journey to nowhere to find the solutions. It’s completely bankrupt of everything but superficial glamor and a general feeling of feel-goodery.

Not that it isn’t the sort of thing kids would enjoy. And it’s hummable and nice-sounding and is sung well. But that song typifies the whole movie. Very sleek, very well made, striving to be relevant, but shallow and forgettable and trite. And it deserved more. It has a great cast and great production values.

There just isn’t enough meat on this sanitized bone to feed anyone a proper meal. Personally I find it far more unpalatable than something that is simply bad. At least the badness is on the surface. This has so much glitz and pretends like there’s something there. It’s an olestra chip. And that’s rather typical of a lot of recent movies I’ve seen. All glitz, all production value, so many talented artists. But such weak idea, weak stories, weak writing, weak creative and philosophical vision. They’re so dreadfully calculated, glitzy, and dull. The remakes especially. At least this was an original, thank God.

And what the heck does “the square root of impossible is me?” even mean? It’s typical of what I’m talking about. Sounds nice, gives the illusion of cleverness and depth. But there’s just nothing there. It’s just a hamfisted metaphor that sounds good and whose shallow depth is obscured by its vagueness and veneer of glitzy positivity.