"Playing It Cool" is the story of ME, a young man disillusioned by love, who meets a breathtaking young woman, HER, at a charity dinner by pretending to be a philanthropist. Only one problem: she’s engaged. Yet, he engages into a platonic relationship to be able to keep seeing her. Like a young ‘Walter Mitty’ using the power ...more
"Playing It Cool" is the story of ME, a young man disillusioned by love, who meets a breathtaking young woman, HER, at a charity dinner by pretending to be a philanthropist. Only one problem: she’s engaged. Yet, he engages into a platonic relationship to be able to keep seeing her. Like a young ‘Walter Mitty’ using the power of imagination and wild vignettes, ME will stop at nothing to conquer HER heart. less
“Playing it Cool falls so badly on its face that even Chris Evans couldn't hold it up. ”
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Actually Playing It Cool was a pretty cool concept. Can one be in a relationship and also be platonic about it without the baggage of marriage and matrimonial bliss.
A searing, searching examination of which would have thrown up a cracker of a cinema.
But, having his protagonist playing a screenwriter trying to work up his mojo for a romantic flick, it seems director Justin Reardon too loses his plot.
In trying to be smart and savvy with his script stacked by very possible crackling lines one could conjure, director Reardon just goes overboard with his opulence of over the top loony lines.
Throwing up a veritable deluge of literary allusions as his beau and bosom buddies go ranting about love, Shakespeare, Gabriel García Márquez, et al., Playing It Cool is lost in the transit of its taut, titillating tale telling.
Starved of maternal affection at a very early age, our scriptwriter chases the chimera called Cupid, but is unable to work up the necessary courage, to “screw it in the sticking place”, as Lady Macbeth tells her husband, who has lost his cool.
For, the badly bruised boy abandoned by his mama dearest eloping to South America with her beau leaving behind a sticky-note on his favourite box of Cap’n Crunch, has turned into doubting Thomas of striking meaningful relationship or nibbling into Cap’n Crunch thereon.
So goaded on by his producer pal and concerned mates who give him all possible pep and push to strike it with a philanthropist PYT, our scriptwriter pursues it with all passion.
As one of his friends succinctly and pitifully puts it “you won’t even fight for the girl (for she is already taken by another) you love, for you let your mother haunt you,” our scriptwriter seeks to be in denial that friendship can be just platonic and need not be physical.
For, as he ripostes saying “there is no stronger force than a mother’s love – safe, secure,” and “I don’t see myself feeling the same way,” like others to pluck the girl from another like his who counsels him: Women, they want to be fought over. They like to feel desired.
In abject resignation at his pal’s plight says the other “love will always find a way. There is someone for everyone. Except for you.”
Yes, comedic it is. Full of crass, below the belt one-liners. But engaging it is not. Playing It Cool is not nifty and nuanced to have one in thrall though you keep laughing and lamenting at a great opportunity missed. It’s clichéd climax notwithstanding Playing It Cool skids right from the word go and there is no stabilising itself from the downhill slide it trundles into.
Painfully overwritten, lost in verbiage, subtlety is not Playing It Cool’s strong suit, but neither is anything else. Brimming with banality, loads of loathsome cliches, proverbial twists and turns, predictability becomes Playing It Cool’s bane, frittering away possible pulsating cinema.
Despite a bravura performance by the ensemble cast, Playing It Cool gives one a hard time watching the 94 minutes of its run, despite its wit and wisecracks that light up its lyrical litany on what’s love.
In the end it turns out a virtual vacuous drag, full of trite tropes lost in the morass of its exuberance of intent and ribaldry of romance.