Review of Good Dick

Good Dick is one of those condemnable films that relies on a cheap, lazy plot reveal five minutes from the end to try and fool everyone into thinking that what they just watched was important. But what I just watched wasn't important. It wasn't engaging, it wasn't honest, and for nearly the entirety of the film it really wasn't about anything or anybody. And it's a shame too, because so much more gravity would have been lent to the interactions between the two very capable lead actors had the film makers not decided to keep its audience in the dark. Last second reveals and plot twists can work well with psychological thrillers and horror flicks. But if you're setting out to tell a heartfelt, slice-of-life tale about personal setbacks and recovery within the context of interpersonal relationships, as this movies sets out to do, those kind of tricks only cheapen the story and invalidate both the work itself and any emotional response it strives to achieve. Instead of a moving film, the end result here feels forgettable at best, unauthentic and insulting at worst.