Trainwreck is delightfully raw and real. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen.
I know many of my conservative friends will avoid this movie because of its blatant sexual freedom. But in my opinion, (just like Magic Mike XXL) you can watch this tale just for the sex factor, or just for the comedy factor, or even just to see another side of the fantastic LaBron James; but if you do, you are selling yourself short.
I would call this generation of movie makers the “naked emperor” generation and Trainwreck expresses this trend beautifully. In the fable of the Naked Emperor, a great ruler is duped into believing his tailors are making the ultimate popularity outfit that can only be seen by those who are the best of the elite. Therefore everyone claims to see the magnificent outfit the Emperor wears as he parades through the land. But as is the way with small children, one little boy states the obvious, “but he’s naked!”
Amy Schumer’s effervescent writing calls out, “we’re all naked,” and the traditional ideals we’ve been raised to believe and expected to work under are false. There is nothing to them.
This movie isn’t just about a loose floosy. This movie is about grappling with the emotional agony and mess of living, finding out who you want to be, and then being that person. For generations we were taught to hide how we feel, to suppress who we are, and to do what it takes to bury the dark within. But I believe that exposing the darkness for what it truly is, can be the only way for redemptive healing to come to our soul.
If we want to all just get along, we need to face our demons. The problem is that this exposes our ugly past and hurts those around us. Yet when you work through that ugliness and gather together to heal each other’s pain, then there will be restoration and the outcome of love and unity is what each of us need, on a world-wide scale.
Of course, I may be over thinking all this, as I also nearly peed my pants on numerous occasions because it was just that funny.
Shout outs go to the debonair Bill Hader for his open sincerity, John Cena for the hysterical climax of his performance, and Tilda Swinton who was just wonderfully horrible in character.
The posters say, “We all know one,” but for this watcher, I know that girl best of all, because she was me.
Again, I couldn’t look away. I loved this Trainwreck.
By Gregga J. Johnn
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