We Are Your Friends | Little White Lies

We Are Your Friends

28 Aug 2015

Words by David Jenkins

Directed by Max Joseph

Starring Emily Ratajkowski, Wes Bentley, and Zac Efron

Four men wearing casual clothing, including t-shirts, jeans, and hats, standing on a hilltop overlooking a city.
Four men wearing casual clothing, including t-shirts, jeans, and hats, standing on a hilltop overlooking a city.
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Anticipation.

It does look like a glossy, pre-packaged version of Mia Hansen-Løve’s Eden.

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Enjoyment.

And it is that, but Efron’s affable everyman act helps things through.

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In Retrospect.

Aggressively predictable, but with a decent, fist-pumping finale.

Dis­pos­able por­trait of an EDM artist in ascent with a very genial Zac Efron in the lead.

They say music is life. They”, of course, are hen­na tat­too-sport­ing, wind chime-hoard­ing, trust­fund-reap­ing dude bros wear­ing design­er vests and who use par­ty­ing as an exis­ten­tial com­fort blan­ket – a way to not have to engage with a world that’s going to shit right in front of them. In We Are Your Friends, the snap­py, clap­py debut fea­ture from Max Joseph, life also ends up being music, as Zac Efron’s wannabe, pup­py-eyed house DJ Cole plays a storm­ing set only when he’s able to chan­nel his man­i­fold earth­ly woes into one bang­ing sig­na­ture single.

Where Mia Hansen-Løve’s infi­nite­ly supe­ri­or Eden co-opt­ed the world of EDM as a way to make a lilt­ing state­ment on the inex­orable wax­ing and wan­ing of fash­ions and time pass­ing, this plays things with an alto­geth­er straighter bat, serv­ing up colour sat­u­rat­ed can-do bro­mides and assur­ing view­ers that, while the road may be lit­tered with mis­ery, every­thing will be okay in the end.

The film cen­tres on a quar­tet of super friends who all hang-out togeth­er in the San Fer­nan­do Val­ley and, in the heady throes of het­ero­sex­u­al cama­raderie, have teth­ered their dreams of fame, for­tune and foun­tains of cash to one anoth­er, despite the fact that the audi­ence can clear­ly see that they’re all very dif­fer­ent peo­ple. Mason (Jon­ny West­on), for exam­ple, is a bald­ing, trash-talk­ing mani­ac with anger man­age­ment issues, while Ollie (Shiloh Fer­nan­dez) just likes to remain chill, sells drugs at fes­ti­vals and thinks noth­ing of cash­ing in on the mis­ery of others.

Sen­si­tive Zac, on the oth­er hand, is the soft­ly-spo­ken music mae­stro who starts to hang out with city-hop­ping spin­ner James Reed (Wes Bent­ley), a fes­ti­val head­lin­er who has the car, the house and the woman (Emi­ly Rata­jkows­ki), but has lost the soul. There’s a nifty ear­ly sequence where Cole is being test­ed by James, hired to play some choons at his pool par­ty, and through an illus­trat­ed voice over, Cole shares the secrets of being a DJ (some­thing to do with match­ing BPMs with the human heart­beat, appar­ent­ly). In doing this, he also reveals the genet­ic make-up of house music, sug­gest­ing that it’s just a case of push­ing the right but­tons at the right time.

Direc­tor Joseph has clear­ly tak­en a leaf out of this book, as We Are Your Friends is breezi­ly pre­dictable to the point where you feel he’s stopped even try­ing to make things inter­est­ing. It’s not a right-off by any means, with Efron him­self car­ry­ing the film on his rip­pling shoul­ders. And the dia­logue itself is well writ­ten, par­tic­u­lar­ly the salty back-and-forths between Cole and Reed. Yet, there’s no sat­is­fy­ing dra­mat­ic sweep there, a defi­cien­cy not helped by the fact that women in this world are depict­ed as hot chat­tel for their suc­cess­ful male counterparts.

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