A gorgeously shot film from director Wally Pfister and DP Jess Hall (The Spectacular Now) that fails to adequately get the audience invested in its characters in its first act, leading to a dramatically inert and almost entirely nonsensical third act. A great idea for a film with a script that just didn't have the intelligence to properly execute its core concept. I'd love to see this film rewritten by a savvier writer and remade by the same director, crew…
Misguided on almost every level.
I'm a Will Gluck fan. I'm a Jamie Foxx fan. I'm a Jay-Z fan. I'm a Rose Byrne fan. Byrne is the only one who emerged unscathed.
Ten thoughts, to summarize:
1) Auto-tune is a serious problem. Jamie Foxx can sing, but you wouldn't know it. It's a style thing, I guess... but I can't even hear the lyrics, the auto tuned vocals are so buried in the mix.
2) It's not funny. Like at…