A hangover from the Beat generation with all the appeal of a hangover
Forever on a quest to complete Ken Russell's IMDB credits
LITERALLY JUST STAY HOME AND WATCH MURDER SHE WROTE
-nobody's likeable, especially the people who are supposed to be
-Ana de Armas (a bargain bin Jenna Coleman) has one expression throughout the whole movie
-someone let Daniel Craig do his Foghorn Leghorn impression and my God why did no one stop him
-mystery is revealed in 20 minutes
-too many unexplored plotlines, the stories of each house guest feels unimportant to what's going on
-theres a baseball ball that travels…
It feels like its supposed to be ironic but fails to hit the mark completely. Feels like Jon Waters was told to tone down Cabaret. Visuals are stunning as always for Ken Russell, I love the whole 1920's/70's aesthetic. Tommy Tune is a national treasure. Twiggy is darling. But by God the music is awful (atleast the singing is). The acting in the stage performances (though on purpose) are hard to sit through and especially with constant shouting French 'accents'. Honestly exhausting. Oh la la I have a headache