Saw it last night. A ton of work went into this baby. Not sure it was worth it. Before I went, I tried to get tickets at Fandango, because I knew it was going to sell out. At Fandango, it said the critics say “Must Go.” but the viewers say “So So.” I now know why.
It’s a mood piece on a grand scale, but it’s not got a discernable story. I found that to be a problem. It’s also very unsettling and depressing and is a sub-genre I do not enjoy, which is “Parents Deal With Dead Child.” Some people avoid Concentration Camp movies. Me, it’s dead child movies.
I finally got up about halfway through, went to the coffee shop across the street, had a Pellegrino and planned a new course for the fall semester. When my buddies came to fetch me, I asked one, “How did it end?” The answer: “Like it began.” I asked another one, same question: “How did it end?” The answer: “Like it began.” Exact same answer. I was thrilled I left early.
One said, “I felt like I was watching a bad movie and an art show at the same time.”
It’s GORGEOUS to watch, and I’m sure every image means a lot to the director, but it was so slow and anguish inducing and I never really knew what was going on and I tried and tried to give in to what he was doing, and not try to impose my need for story on what he was giving me… but I finally failed. I would recommend going to see it if you want to pontificate to your friends about all the wonderful stuff in it and act showoff smart, but to steer clear if you’re interested in anything other than anguish-y tedium.
The most damning quote from my buddies, “I kept waiting for something to HAPPEN.”