Whiny, Bratty, People: A review of We Are Your Friends

We Are Your Friends (2015)

We Are Your Friends (2015)

It says a lot about a film, that even excellent cinematography, energetic music and a nice bit of rotoscoping can’t save it. WAYF is, apart from the aforementioned, painfully bland, like cheap vanilla ice cream, dulls the palate and leaves you feeling like you might as well have not eaten it at all.

It’s a film about Zac Efron (who I have no qualms with as an actor) trying to make it ‘big’ as a DJ. I admit that I have no real interest in the style of music that is evidenced here, but I did get caught up in the beat of the music, it was well produced and along with the occasional beautiful cinematography, the only things I gave a damn about.

The characters are boring, there isn’t an ounce of development throughout the entire movie, they begin as annoying club promoters and end as the exact same people, except Cole (Zac) now plays in front of a slightly larger crowd. I can’t begin to describe the complete dragging pointlessness of everything. Their only purpose is to get jobs, yet there is nothing to suggest that they live a hard life. In the same month as ‘Straight Outta Compton’, it’s a vapid look at the music industry that inspires arrogance.

Every performance is done with straight faced boredom, I didn’t register a single genuine emotion. It was just a bunch of white guys standing next to swimming pools, fighting for a bit, but getting along in the end, as women dance half nude to the music. In fact, the worst thing about the film is its treatment of women, so much so that It made me genuinely angry.

The sole female character with a speaking role was Emily Ratajkowski, girlfriend of Wes Bentleys mentor alike James, who also happens to be his secretary, for literally no reason. One shot in which our ‘hero’ plays some music as she dances in slow motion, the camera closing in on her chest, is the most disgustingly gratuitous thing I’ve seen in cinemas…ever. Then Cole and her make goo goo eyes at each other and end up in bed in Vegas.

Mr ‘Oh look, he’s an alcoholic’ James gets annoyed at Cole for a bit, but not her, we never see them discuss their relationship ending, before she ends up working in a cafe. Oh yeah, then at the end James and Cole make friends and the former lets the latter do that big DJ gig because his talent is so good that it surpasses his anger, but Sophie (Ratajkowski) still works in the cafe. Before Cole knocks on her window and they probably do it again or something.

So, not only is the film rampant with misogyny, but its exceedingly dull, the characters are boring, they have no struggles and no charisma, I couldn’t care less about their bratty lives.

As I said, there was a use of rotoscoping in a bizarre drug scene in an art gallery which turned the surroundings into animation. That was rather nicely done, but then again, it was so out of place, they never did it again, what was the point apart from trying to be arty for no reason, it was just… argh

You know what.

Forget it.

Rating: C-  3/10 

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