(Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted here illegally.)
Ugh -- yet another oddball comedy about obscure private colleges and the small towns they affect, full of cardboard-cutout characters so obvious and well-worn by now, you can practically stand them up and have them walk on their own. Why again did I decide to read Roger Rosenblatt's Beet? Oh yeah, that's right, because it actually received favorable mentions at several places I respect; plus, for such a cliched subject, I admit that the premise has a few nice little unique dark touches, such as the college in question actually being founded by a high-minded hog farmer back in Colonial times, designed originally to be another member of the then-forming Ivy League but very quickly developing a reputation much shadier than Harvard and Yale and the like. Too bad, then, that Rosenblatt peoples this environment with cartoon characters so buffoonishly obvious, he might as well have pulled them straight out of The Big Book of Go-To Characters for Witty Quirky Novels Concerning the Academic Life. I only made it about a third of the way through, to tell you the truth, before quickly reaching my fill of shrill passive-aggressive politically-correct liberals and the wide-eyed reverse-racist 19-year-olds who love them; one day I will find my Great American College Novel, but unfortunately today is not the day.
Out of 10: 4.8