Happiness (1998)
I've seen quite a few dark and grim movies but this has to be the grimmest. It's a series of interconnected plot threads in a web of New Jersey surburbanites, the most prominent of which is paedophilic father Bill (Dylan Baker), who attempts to drug his son's friends.
It's a well-acted film, particularly from Dylan Baker and Phillip Seymour Hoffman, as Allen, a creepy obscene phone-caller, and the paedophilia story works. The film's billed as a black comedy but it's too grim to be funny. Happiness in some respects reminds me of Your Friends and Neighbors, although that actually was a dark comedy. There's one blackly comic moment where Bill goes out to buy a porno mag which turns out to be a children's magazine for boys and if you like body fluid, there's plenty of that around, but Solondz is not satirical enough to bring it to the level of biting satire. Neil LaBute has been described as misanthropic but Solondz really takes misanthropy to a new level.
The acting's good all round. The women have less to do then the men but Camryn Manheim as Kristina, the overweight woman who loves Allen, is very touching and the most sympathetic out of a bunch of relatively unsympathetic people. The dynamic between Hoffman and Manheim is very touching and gives the film a quiet humanity.
Really, the title of the film should have been Sex, because that's actually what the characters are looking for. The film feels a little self-indulgent at times, particularly with the heavy-handed irony in naming the lead woman Joy, as if Solondz likes to wallow about in the deepest stickiest pits of hell. The concept of happiness is therefore never really explored, so the title just seems like a bit of snark.
The film's worth a watch, although some of it is unspeakably grim, but some of the plot threads and other characters are a bit limp.