Veronica Mars ★★½

usually when i'm so nonplussed about a film i find myself thinking something to the tune of "well, that was *definitely* a movie." but with VERONICA MARS, i'm not so sure.

of course, the conversation with this film is driven by the question of utility more than anything else. the people who paid for it knew exactly what they were getting, and the movie delivers it to them in spades. except, it doesn't. it exposes and underscores whatever weaknesses were inherent in the characters from the beginning, namely how incredibly fucking dull veronica's love interests are. piz, logan, who gives a shit. i suppose it's a nice change of pace from the women being the ones who are written so thin.

also, the show always had a much better handle on long-form mysteries than self-contained ones, and the whodunnit here is an utter bore, even for someone familiar with the show. Veronica remains a highly watchable character, the banter is as strong as ever, and the unexpected cameos actually work to organically improve the core story, but it's not really enough to justify anything more than a cottage industry of crowd-sourced sequels (they could make a dozen of these, depending on how this one sells). there's more meat in the closing monologue than there is the 100 minutes preceding it, the film giving a ton of lip service to the rift in veronica's life, but allowing her to so seamlessly fall back into her old ways that the extended addiction metaphor isn't dramatically satisfying. also, the opening montage is nauseating.

but anyway, this is definitely a movie. i think.