The back half of this film is something else. Very keen to rewatch very soon.
McAvoy’s performance, a string of reaction .gifs and accents, is good, but it’s not good enough (and nor is the writing) to hold up a film dependent on a chaotic and varied protagonist. As Patricia, a religious authoritarian, McAvoy manages to nail a fine line between humour and dread but as other identities his performance is less fascinating, gelatinous even. It’s never really cringeworthy, though; even when playing an oversized nine-year-old he manages to land on his feet. What’s more…
Almost instantly forgettable, Nolan's latest feature might contain some stunning visual sequences but they are squished between mountains of clunky exposition, underwritten characters and cringe-inducing dialogue.
The film takes 45 minutes to actually get started, the Earth-set first act tethered to a very poorly explained future and weirdly simple plan to save it before we actually get into space. When that happens, we find ourselves at a recurring juxtaposition between some of the best visual depictions of deep space ever…
I'm not entirely sure what this film thinks it is, throwing so much shit at the wall and hoping something profound sticks. I do know, though, that without that really good drum score it would have been a whole lot more dull to sit through; we witness the process of the film figuring itself out, messily and unconvincingly over its far too long runtime.
Norton was great, if you want to tackle self-obsession and ego in art and theatre, make…