It baffles me that Eisenberg would write & direct a film in which he typecasts himself.
I found A Real Pain absolutely neurotic, & criminally boring. Culkin will make you squirm as he forces you to recollect awkward social interactions you’ve spectated, which I suppose, is a credit to him.
A film so dialogue-laden needed to elicit more of an emotional response I think. I needed to feel more. Instead, I found the writing relatively uninspired, & the plot predictable. Predictability is not always…
