There are a few vaguely likable things about "Ron Goossens", such as a certain rash boldness and some memorable stunts. For the rest... Now here is a disagreeable movie : mean, noisy, sloppy and obscene.
"Ron Goossens" also manages to be boring, which is no small feat for a work containing loud crashes and apocalyptic explosions. The boredom is caused by the fact that nearly every character is nasty. Some characters are nasty because they're randy, others are nasty because they're manipulative, others are nasty because they're greedy, others are nasty because they're dishonest, still others are nasty because they're randy and manipulative and greedy and dishonest (and so on) - but the key word is "nasty". This robs the movie of almost every chance of establishing dramatic conflict or contrast.
The movie is even unable to create a basic emotional interplay between light and shade, which tends to fall under "Moviemaking 101", right behind "How to find your way to the studio" and "How to activate the ON button on your camera".
In case you think I'm overstating the awfulness of the movie : one of the story lines involves a woman telling a man that he is the father of her unborn child and that she will undergo an abortion unless he does exactly as she asks. Every now and then she provides a helpful count- down : it is now ten.. eight.. three.. days until termination. Meanwhile it becomes increasingly unclear whether the woman will keep the child, regardless of what her partner does, or whether she has already undergone the abortion and is just yanking his chain. Regardless of how one feels about abortion, it is a safe bet that a sane woman would not treat the fetus in her belly as a Schrödinger bargaining chip in an emotional extortion game.
It's strange that a movie this awful found its way to the screen. Possibly it was sold as a hard-hitting satire on the sad state of a certain kind of Dutch cinema. The numerous in-jokes featuring Dutch directors, actors, celebrities.. etc. seem to point that way. Still, making a bad movie in order to complain about other bad movies makes little sense. It's like shooting a rhino in order to complain about poaching, or torching a Rubens in order to complain about disregard for historic heritage. It's also possible that the movie was sold as a satire about, say, trash social media or about people famous for being famous, but again, filling a screen with random idiots screaming, puking and humping is unlikely to do much for reticence or civility.
Anyway, I was left with a renewed appreciation for people who say goodbye to society and go live on a tiny island far, far removed from trading routes.
"Ron Goossens" also manages to be boring, which is no small feat for a work containing loud crashes and apocalyptic explosions. The boredom is caused by the fact that nearly every character is nasty. Some characters are nasty because they're randy, others are nasty because they're manipulative, others are nasty because they're greedy, others are nasty because they're dishonest, still others are nasty because they're randy and manipulative and greedy and dishonest (and so on) - but the key word is "nasty". This robs the movie of almost every chance of establishing dramatic conflict or contrast.
The movie is even unable to create a basic emotional interplay between light and shade, which tends to fall under "Moviemaking 101", right behind "How to find your way to the studio" and "How to activate the ON button on your camera".
In case you think I'm overstating the awfulness of the movie : one of the story lines involves a woman telling a man that he is the father of her unborn child and that she will undergo an abortion unless he does exactly as she asks. Every now and then she provides a helpful count- down : it is now ten.. eight.. three.. days until termination. Meanwhile it becomes increasingly unclear whether the woman will keep the child, regardless of what her partner does, or whether she has already undergone the abortion and is just yanking his chain. Regardless of how one feels about abortion, it is a safe bet that a sane woman would not treat the fetus in her belly as a Schrödinger bargaining chip in an emotional extortion game.
It's strange that a movie this awful found its way to the screen. Possibly it was sold as a hard-hitting satire on the sad state of a certain kind of Dutch cinema. The numerous in-jokes featuring Dutch directors, actors, celebrities.. etc. seem to point that way. Still, making a bad movie in order to complain about other bad movies makes little sense. It's like shooting a rhino in order to complain about poaching, or torching a Rubens in order to complain about disregard for historic heritage. It's also possible that the movie was sold as a satire about, say, trash social media or about people famous for being famous, but again, filling a screen with random idiots screaming, puking and humping is unlikely to do much for reticence or civility.
Anyway, I was left with a renewed appreciation for people who say goodbye to society and go live on a tiny island far, far removed from trading routes.