I had this rated at a 4.5 from when I signed up for Letterboxd. Unfortunately, when I get watched it recently I felt like it didn’t hold up as well as my memory of watching it in the early 2000s (I never saw it in the theater, but it was a cult favorite in my art school). The beginning is surprising slow. An emphasis seems to be placed on multiplane camera shots to make the film feel cinematic, as opposed…
This movie is dreadfully boring. The “I can’t take it. How much of this is left?” moment where I pause the movie to look at how much more I needed to endure occurred with only an hour and twelve minutes of this movies two hour run time elapsed. Long stretches of absolutely nothing but Val Kilmer’s hammy impersonations. I would welcome some camp, if the movie was camp, but the movie is trying to be Mission: Impossible meets GoldenEye. Elizabeth…
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Hollywood fan fiction. It’s shot beautifully by Richardson, the production design by Ling is faithful, and the costuming by Philips are all fantastic. Pitt is entertaining, and DiCaprio continues to jump-up-and-down in the movie shouting “I’m not a teen actor anymore, I am serious!” in a thick, thick drawl with plenty of coughing and squinting. This Tarantino displaying his stream-of-consciousness film-nerdery in a weird Coen Brothers kind of way. I’m surprised Frances McDormand isn’t in it.
The story, as is…