I like Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I mean, how can you not?
He’s an exciting and charismatic actor, whether he’s doing comedy, drama or random dance breaks at the Oscars. He picks great movies to do – "Inception," "Looper," "50/50," the list goes on – with interesting, inventive directors. He just seems like a gentleman and an all-around swell guy, and I don’t think it hurts that he’s rather dashing as well (ladies, amirite?). I’ll admit to finding any plausible excuse to wear a shirt, tie and vest after seeing "Inception" in the hopes that someone would say I looked like him (nobody did).
I’m not saying that I have a bit of a man-crush on JGL … but I’m pretty much saying that I have a bit of a man-crush on JGL. So the fact that I didn’t like "Don Jon," his debut as a writer-director, is kind of awkward. I don’t want to stop getting invites to the monthly JGL Fan Club screenings of "Premium Rush," but his new movie is a clumsy mess, a first attempt at writing and directing that really plays like a first attempt at writing and directing.
Gordon-Levitt plays Jon Martello, a slick-haired Jersey boy who lives his life in a strict routine of working out, cleaning, praying, eating with the family (Tony Danza, Glenne Headly and a near-silent Brie Larson), hanging with his bros and hooking up with girls from the local club. Oh, and masturbating to a whole Internet’s worth of porn. That’s his true calling in life, and he easily prefers cuddling up to the enticing glow of his laptop (which he doesn’t seem to use for anything else) to any actual woman he’s met. For one, porn actresses seem up for anything; his real life conquests, less so.
The romantic ménage a trois between Jon, his laptop and his hand gets a shake-up when he meets Barbara Sugarman (Scarlett Johansson, outrageously alluring even with a thick Jersey Shore accent) at the club. It’s instant infatuation for Jon, but even with seemingly the girl of his dreams on his arm, he still can’…Read more...