Best movie of this year hands down!

People are voting emotionally.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

I Heart Huckabees would be better off if it - were more funny and less depressed - were more considerate and less self-centered - paced itself better and loitered less - were more existentially heartfelt and less fussy and dramatic - had more Jessica Lange bathing suit stills - were lighter and less heavy - had more visual aid and less talky talky - were more inspirational and not so stuck in its own head - had more Isabelle Huppert character and less Dustin Hoffman Lily Tomlin characters - were more like it is when Mark Wahlberg and Jude Law are onscreen and everybody's talking over each other being existential-like - were more amusing and less grief-stricken - were fuller of life and less empty feeling - were more appreciative and less critical and so would I. I love I Heart Huckabees. It's an awesome movie and it's pretty hilarious and really good. David O. Russell's best work.(The meaning of life definitely has something to do with the feeling Shania gives blonde-haired Jude when he's telling people his Shania tuna fish story, or the feeling Naomi gives me when I see her posing bent over in her little baby blue shorts and sky blue top shooting her Huckabees commercial. Oh thank you sweet creator. Or something like that.)

This was the worst piece of crap that I have ever seen. It's not funny and it poses no philosophical thought worth having. It has no message, no answers, and stupid questions. Oh and again, it's not funny.Of course existentialism is stupid in itself really because it poses questions that have no answers and if followed could lead a man to complete insanity and the only people who really grapple with existential questions are extremely sad, lost, confused, and sometimes (dare I say it?) even pathetic people. This was actually explained briefly in this horrible piece of sh*t movie, where they connected his confusion and self-betrayal to the cat story.David O. Russel struck out on this one. He's made several good movies. This movies isn't one of them.I am very angry as I wasted my Thursday night on this f*cking piece of crap.F*ck you, David Russel.

It is amazing how much storytelling noise we have in our heads ,just close your eyes and see how many useless thoughts you have in a minute. And it's amazing that films which are about this activity of the mind, and how it obscures the world, and creates illusory images, Buddhist- inspired films from The Matrix and Cloud Atlas, to Cosmopolis, to now this, are always so bent to talk and talk and clutter us more.So I was recently impressed by Silver Linings Playbook; eager for more, I asked around and was pointed to this as more intelligent, more personal work of this guy. It probably is both. So, you have a protagonist in existential crisis who is told about infinity and the inter-connectedness of being, taught the retreat to the cocoon of self where images come to being. And you have the effort to fathom this come alive in layers as broken narrative that we watch.It's essentially the same character splintered in three (Schwartzman, Wahlberg, Jude Law) so that each one runs into some conundrum that comprises part of a broader view. But it all come back to a self that clings to things and can't let go; in his poems that have to be on pamphlets and who gets to lead, in corporate success, in having to save the environment, and so forth. We are all egotistic in this way, clinging to the things we send out, wanting to be important.You have despair and disbelief at the happy spirituality of 'safe places', and the flipside in French deconstructionism, in seductively dark Isabelle Huppert and muddy, animal sex. The childhood trauma. And the middle path that reconciles purity with stained life. All that is fine. Some notion of this or other will be at the heart of most good films. Not to take anything from Russell, he has crafted something that is attractive on the surface, witty if not intelligent. And I appreciate the earnestness of putting it all out there as a search for meaning in modern life. But if your film is to have any actual power, you have to forget all you know as mere thought when you make it, forget the idea and embody the insight. Because none of it is really embodied here, and it gets progressively worse as it goes on until the cloying finale, which I also found in Playbook. Russell in other words explains how it's done, but can't do it in the film so we end up with schematic lessons on self-awareness robbed of their real power.You will know it is schematic, if you look at what is visualized of the protagonist's consciousness inside that consciousness, where images bubble up in the first place, when story-layers have been peeled and films are usually at their most pure. In that level of internal mind you have what? The schematic cartoon with the tree and floating heads. Constructed cuteness.

I can't imagine anyone finding this movie anything less than perfect all the way from the word "cocksucker" being repeated on and on to the business card saying "Cruelty, manipulation, meaninglessness". It was the most sublime combination of deep thought and ridiculous tall African guys.I have searched for a movie like this for the past two years and now I wish I could get up two hours earlier every day to see it again and again.I don't know if it's really that good or if it's just that I saw it ten minutes ago but I definitely recommend it to anyone who's finding it hard to get out of bed and even harder not to.