Coffee and cobbler will lead to the breakdown of our society. Now you know. In Roman Polanski’s Carnage, two couples — seemingly intelligent, affable adults — become unglued, morphing into self-serving jerks while trying to deal with the aftermath of a schoolyard fight between their two sons.
I couldn’t help but liken this movie to Mike Nichols’ Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf. As with Nichols’ film, Carnage is based on a stage play. It also deals with highly educated upper-middle class white couples breaking down over a prolonged visit (doubting if the liberal Longstreets are upper-middle? I’d like to know how else they could afford the lavish apartment/condo they’ve got. Seriously, it’s awe-inspiring.) But unlike Woolf, Carnage is a comedy. And it’s hilarious. No, fans of Louis C.K., I’m not abusing the term. Okay, maybe I’m not dirty and haven’t been in a gutter (lately). But I was close.
