The Gospel According to Prisco

I’ve been trying to watch this movie for two months now.  It’s not to say it’s not a good film, or ably made, it’s just that I constantly found myself with better things to do.  It’s got a pretty damn good cast, and it’s got a decent story, but it’s just…kinda there. 

It’s basically the story of four friends in the seventies who happen to be clamdiggers.  I mean, take any movie about four buddies and their families and friendships, and slap on a location and professions, and there you have it.  It’s a much better film than Wet Hot American Summer, because it’s not supposed to be over the top.  It’s quietly poetic, but perhaps a little too quiet.  It’s simple, it’s sweet, it’s got the right bit of ribaldness, and it’s solidly put together.

I just didn’t care enough about it to pay attention.  I stopped and started it about four times over six weeks.  I kept trying to watch it when I got home from work, or right before I was about to go to sleep.  And I my attention would drift elsewhere.  I know I’ll be called out for heresy on this, and like I said, it’s my cup of tea, it’s just not a particularly exciting flavor.