Greener grass is perhaps too self aware to be taken seriously. The bit with the football as a baby goes into some Adam Sandlerish teritory. On the other hand, when it works with already established ideas it's tolerable and gives an interesting spin to the kafkaesque man cockroach. The drama of the every day suburban life is one of the driving forces in this movies. Is your kid part of the rocket math club, do you have a pool (and how big it is), are you content with your life and marriage. The absurdist elements are constantly present in the film. People give away their newly born kids, everyone drives a golf cart and dogs go to school. My personal problem with the film is that its only engine seems to be how utterly bizzare it is. Even if entertaining for a while, the world that the characters live in doesn't give us a lot of reasons to be interested in it, except of course for its countless peculiarities. The serial killer subplot is supposed to be a central part of the plot, but I was barely paying attention to it. The last scene has an interesting macabre element, but it's not really enough to make it up for all of the chaos before that. The best thing about surrealism is that it gives us a different look at every day objects that we accept for normal and makes us question our own ideas about what's normal. Greener grass does that, but as a murder mystery it falls really flat.
Review of Greener Grass
