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.
