#18 55pts
3/-
Yeah? So?
Which pretty much sums up my reaction to this overrated, pretentious pile of indulgent pap. This mind-bogglingly awful, brain-numbingly slow film starts with a potentially interesting premise and then grinds away, pointlessly and at the speed of sludge, as if to spite anyone whose hopes might have been raised. Whole scenes lack shape, pace or even purpose, and go on for longer than should be permitted. At the end of each scene, the only realistic reaction is, "Yeah? So?" This is not, as many fans will be quick to claim, just anti-Hollywood, it is anti-film. I do not expect instant resolution or fast editing or obvious story-telling. I do expect some sort of point, even if it be pointlessness. It is said that this is an "open work", that it is up to the audience to bring what they will to it. Nonsense. This merely means that the filmmaker was too lazy to bring any vision of his own to the table, but merely lays out the half-baked result so that some chin-stroking cineastes can go,"Oooooh, look -- how profouuuuuund". Mind you, from what I've read, a lot of the fans seem determined to read anything they can into this mess. George's is a racist? And how...how did this ever present itself? For that matter, how did anything present itself? I'm not about to indulge in "spoilers", here, solely because there is nothing to spoil: what "revelation" there is, when it comes, is of the "Yeah? So?" variety, a trivial, meaningless event that took place years before and is never really explained (You know, so you can read whatever you want into it, maaaaaaan) Implausible situations pile upon implausible motivations: people say things they would never say, do things that no real person would ever do, conversations consist merely of people shouting at each other and never actually answering the questions they're asked merely to prolong the shouting match (not for any dramatic or realistic effect).
Do yourself a favour: skip this pile of Emperor's New Clothes, because it's time you'll never get back, time you'd be better off on far more fulfilling pursuits, like clipping your toenails or trying to staple yourself to a plank.
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