What a wretched mistake. I should have learned my lesson about disaster movies from The Wandering Earth. To quote my review:
The entire plot structure of The Wandering Earth presupposes the supreme sanctity of human life, the excellence of human ingenuity, and the inherent value and objective importance of interpersonal and familial relationships. As such, I had great difficulty investing in just about any aspect of the film.
Change the name of the movie, and I've got the same gripe…
"You stay the hell out of Minnesota, you goddamn newlywed!"
Brilliant. I had a near-Safdie level of anxiety though the whole thing, watching Lenny being the most cowardly asshole, and how it affected the people around him—and how little he really cared about that.
Before watching I read a review of the film that colored my viewing. It quoted Germaine Greer: "Women have very little idea of how much men hate them." Nothing Lila does was really that annoying, certainly…
MaF roulette, season 7 week 1
Ahhh Catholic horror done oh so right. The guilt is real.
This movie is why I hate most people, why I don't go out at night, and why I stay in to just watch movies instead, all wrapped up in one. Majestic.
That was the single most viscerally unpleasant theater experience I have ever had. The whole second half felt like a frickin heart attack. Well done, Safdies.
