Every single damn time I talk about Dean, Demetri Martin’s directorial debut, I check and double check and quadra-check my work to make sure I do not accidentally refer to him as “Dean Martin.” That’s not a nice thing to do, Demetri Martin. It’s not a nice thing to do at all.
Anyways: Dean is out in theaters. If I’m being honest, I’m a bit surprised at the range of apathy and contempt some of my colleagues and peers have for it; it’s a solid little flick, not great per se but filled with lots of nice details to savor. It might help if you happen to like Martin as a comedian, since most of the comedy here is pretty well within his wheelhouse.
Could have used some more meat, as I note in my review for The Playlist, but it’s pretty darn enjoyable.
A Constant Visual Feast 