JUNO TEMPLE   RILEY KEOUGH

Jack & Diane

 ​There were pretty violent viewer remarks about this film after seeing it. I can’t say I blame paying audiences for getting so upset about seeing a movie like this, but at the same time I see so many bad films a year, perhaps I am used to it. Jack & Diane is one of the few (maybe the only) films about young lesbians in 2012. Juno Temple, who seems to pop up everywhere from The Dark Knight Rises to Killer Joe, delivers the type of performance she has always been associated with. It’s Keough (Magic Mike), daughter of Lisa Marie Presley, who I barely recognized. If this was just a straightforward film about two girls with an attraction it would be tolerable, but the concept of this monster manifestation turned this into a laughing joke.

​Diane (Temple) is desperately looking for a phone on the streets of New York. She is visiting her aunt (Cara Seymour) before leaving for Paris to study abroad. Diane meets Jack (Keough) and there is an instant spark between Diane with the hay colored hair and retro clothes and punk rock loving Jack. They begin finding excuses to see each other and Jack quickly claims Diane is "the one”. Diane fears to tell her that she will be leaving in a few days, but the longer they are together the stronger the monster inside them grows.

​The aim of Jack & Diane seemed to be an artistic and controversial romance film about two girls, but it seems to, because of the monster aspect, only further segregate the subject matter. No one in the film objects to the two girls falling for each other; in fact, we actually rarely see anyone else but Diane and Jack on screen. The film is edited with each scene ending with these shots that appear to be inside the body and hair being pulled or dragged along intestines. Of course this is interesting, but when we finally see the monster manifest I actually burst out laughing hysterically. It’s one of those moments where you yell “that’s stupid” at the screen and throw your popcorn.

Final Thought – Monsters and lesbians don’t mix, despite what Lady Gaga might say.


Grade D-

By: Dustin Chase.