Never before on screen have I seen filth so reliably spewed across multiple generations. This is an insult to the incredible cast, to the audience’s intelligence, and to anyone who has ever suffered trauma (or quite frankly, lived life in general). This is two hours of exasperating exposition, all doled out through monologues in which family trees are explicated with the subtlety of a guillotine. Actual serious issues are swept under the rug as the screenplay jacks off to its…
Chalamet continues to make a name for himself with a committed, difficult to watch performance that anchors the story’s emotional bedrock. It’s also a film that has its heart in the right place. Everything else, however, is a complete and utter mess. It’s structurally baffling and extremely poorly edited, and much of what it has to say about parenting and addiction is unfortunately subject to needless complications from a storytelling front. The ending is challenging in a heartbreakingly real way, but it can’t salvage all that much when everything beforehand is so weakly constructed.
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Let’s get this out of the way first: Christopher Nolan is a very talented filmmaker. He and his brother have crafted several masterpieces in my eyes, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for his commitment to high(er) concept crowd pleasers. He gets a lot of shit, but his type of filmmaking is desperately needed in an age of mindless entertainment; how many other directors will garner such…