Handsomely produced by James Marsh & co. and Felicity Jones is sublime but it felt hollow, like it simply existing just to tick off the boxes on a 'How To Win An Academy Award' check-list.
And when handsome Eddie Redmayne goes full Stephen Hawkings, I was still like, "Damn! Eddie is such a ride!" - which either makes me a bit of a pervert or the film completely missed the mark.
A group of idiot, obnoxious and foul-mouthed college students go investigate a crashed UFO in the arse-end of nowhere and find some really scary shit. Run away and raise the alarm, right?!
Nope. They use their perfectly functionary 4x4 to return to their secluded cabin in woods. During a thunderstorm. Where there's no power. Or no phones. Aliens fuck them up.
I rooted for the extraterrestrials through the whole thing.
Directed by The Vicious Brothers. Is that a thing?!
So much so that Arnie's daft performance is the only salvageable aspect that can be scraped from this plate of visual diarrhea.
There's so many wrong things at play here:
1. Alicia Silverstone handles the english language like she just suffered a severe stroke.
2. Uma Thurman is about as sexy as Jimmy Saville in a children's hospital ward.
3. Chris O'Donnell has the charisma of a toilet seat.
4. George Clooney's leather nipples.
5. Bat bombs. Bat…
"You're just a little boy, aren't you?"
Birth is an elegant piece of filmmaking, delicately directed by Jonathan Glazer (Sexy Beast). It touches upon a plethora of themes that include love, loyalty, death, family, and grief but saturated in an atmosphere of supernatural oddness, yet, it's hard to place this under a certain genre. It's a stark piece of individual filmmaking that rarely comes around these days even though it echoes the likes of Kubrick.
Still, this will split an…