louferrigno (will return soon)’s review published on Letterboxd:
Haven't I been here before?
Where the fuck do I start with this, my--my BRAIN's too wrinkled for this shit, man.
I don't need to do a basic set-up for Tenet because, well, the excited discourse of its promotion was inescapable, and any attempt to spoil it once it came out usually earned people a trip to the firing squad. Rumors floated around that it was going to be Christopher Nolan's six-hour masterpiece even though 70mm IMAX prints barely run over two-and-a-half hours, and once COVID turned the world into the hellfuck nightmare it still is it was this film that was proposed to save cinema, delayed three times in order for Nolan to satisfy his need to have his movies be seen in the theaters despite the legitimate risk in having fans venture into theaters that aren't the spitting image of healthy/sanitary even in normal circumstances. Warner Bros put a lot of faith in their golden boy, but the film that tried to save theaters only cost the studio $100 million and the hopes that maybe profits from physical/streaming sales would cover the damage. Even still I can somewhat understand why Nolan felt this was something you had to see in theaters instead of rinky-dink TVs (even if he had to sound like a short-sighted dum-dum in doing so), since we're now dealing with all of his traits at his most unrestrained, and because of that this film at times feels like it amplifies the good parts of Nolan's usual fare while also amplifying the fuck out of the bad parts in those same films.
So, good? Yeah, let's start with good.
The entropy gimmick, as heady and...convoluted as shit as it is, genuinely elevates the film at points, giving new perspectives on action scenes we've seen in the usual type twisty/turny plot directions Nolan usually strings us along with, and whenever it becomes the focal point the film really picks up (most of the time). This is also helped with a lot of the large-scale action sequences succeeding in being the tense boilerplate sequences they are (mostly thanks to how aggressive everything sounds, more on that next paragraph), and Nolan has improved a lot in terms of filming hand-to-hand fight sequences thanks to gimmick giving him more to film than just the standard one-two punch. Ludwig Göransson's score isn't too memorable, but it proves satisfying in contributing to the atmosphere in the film, whether it flows backwards at key points or swells in its brooding industrial noises that's great for the moment (except for the one track near the middle that just sounds like five electronic farts in a row, I don't understand how Göransson didn't realize just how bad of a sound he made). John David Washington's a solid as hell performer as the Bond archetype, and quality acting is at least something the film keeps at a consistent rate, most distinctly with Robert Pattinson (I mean, it's not as good as his performance in The Lighthouse, man that was a good-ass movie and somehow made more sense). A lot of the film does feel essentially like Nolan showcasing what visuals and tech he's capable of, whether it's his direction or Hoyte van Hoytema's cinematography or the entire practical effects team for moments like actually blowing up a Boeing 747, holy shit, and in that regard it works, it's functional, I'll give it that.
So, on the bad? Right let's get onto the bad, for one---
¡¡⊥IHS ᴚ∀ƎH ⊥,N∀Ɔ I ⋊Ɔ∩Ⅎ S∩SƎſ HO
Why the FUCK does Nolan keep refusing to balance his sound levels like a sane person?!? This is something that's been a problem in all of his films, but CHRIST every gunshot's like 50 decibels louder than it should and every dialouge scene barely sounds any louder than a whisper, which is really fuckin' bad considering that score I complicated blares over every 4th word. Then again, the actual dialogue isn't much worth the effort considering how stunted and awkward it all is, whether it's feeding exposition to The Protagonist or delivering hamfisted words that try to sound smart while being incredibly allergic to wit ("Don't understand, just feel it", yeah, yeah, I'LL tell what I'm feeling, annoyance and boredom). I really wish the writing problems ended with the prose, but fuck me the actual espionage thriller segments are just dreadful without that gimmick, as so much of the goddamn first act is just fetch quest after fetch quest in a cycle of things I either don't care about or just confused as shit to find a reason to care in the first place, and as a result so much of the film feels inconsequential without me fully able to tell if that's the case or my brain's just done with it all (why the fuck does the painting subplot have so much screentime even though there's only one important thing that comes about that 30-minute side-adventure. WHO WROTE THIS SHI--oh, wait, Christopher did. Alone. oh.) As good as the actors are, they're dealt with characters that have next to no pathos, no reason to feel empathy since they are just barren cliches of characters with no interesting personalities and nothing beyond their purpose as spy movie characters, even quite literally giving us the bare-bones basics because Nolan is more interested in the entropy shit and couldn't even give the main character a goddamn name (ah, look, jesus, I don't give a shit if you're trying to do some thematic meta commentary on story structure to try and blow our minds, The Protagonist is a goddamn placeholder name for an Role-Playing Game, it's tacky as SHIT). By the time we actually get to the end everything's noisy, the final sequence is just rubble explosions and screaming and I can't even goddamn tell who the hell's fighting who because trying to PROCESS it makes me go crosseyed, it's utter nonsense.
I think Nolan just thought of the dope-ass scene with half the building exploding while the other half comes back together and thought "yeah, yeah I can build a movie around this."
In trying to just fathom what Tenet is and trying to wrangle my thoughts into a consistent place, as opposed to being anywhere from "eh, it's fine" to "FUCKFUCKFUCK", I've realized this is a bad movie, it's a very bad movie and I've somehow realized I'm smarter and dumber than Nolan at his most pretentious, now ain't that a paradox (another thing, if I know what a paradox is, I would probably imagine an adult CIA agent would, god fuck this). As it plodded through its incomprehensibility, its lack of emotional depth, I begin to wonder once it returned to the gimmick that it has going for it whether that made it all worth it, whether the good did indeed outweigh the bad, and in a way trying to just dissect things by doing the exact opposite thing Nolan advised me to really put to light that the problem was not in fact me, but Christopher himself, and it started to make me realize just how much of a cheap trick those central moments of good really are, especially in its finale, god I just can't think of that without already being exhausted. Perhaps the ego we fed the man through ravenous praise has finally caused his style to explode its goop all into one central mess of a film like this, and like the ever-increasing enigma of how you can make blockbusters bigger and louder than the last one, the tipping point towards Nolan's collapse is staggeringly close over the horizon, and it's disappointed in having to write that considering how the man has impressed me so (well, not with The Dark Knight Returns, god, maybe that's worse than this, at leas this had ideas even if they all-over-the-place).
And he fucking DOUBLED DOWN on the switching aspect ratios! JESUS CHR---you're on thin ice, young man"
„uɐɯ ɓunoʎ 'ǝɔı uıɥʇ uo ǝɹ,noʎ---ᴚHƆ S∩SƎſ ¡soıʇɐɹ ʇɔǝdsɐ ɓuıɥɔʇıʍs ǝɥʇ uo NMOᗡ ᗡƎ˥ᙠ∩Oᗡ ɓuıʞɔnɟ ǝɥ pu∀
˙(ǝɔɐld-ǝɥʇ-ɹǝʌo-llɐ ʎǝɥʇ ɟı uǝʌǝ sɐǝpı pɐɥ sıɥʇ sɐǝl ʇɐ 'sıɥʇ uɐɥʇ ǝsɹoʍ s,ʇɐɥʇ ǝqʎɐɯ 'poɓ 'suɹnʇǝᴚ ʇɥɓıu⋊ ʞɹɐᗡ ǝɥ⊥ ɥʇıʍ ʇou 'llǝʍ) os ǝɯ pǝssǝɹdɯı sɐɥ uɐɯ ǝɥʇ ʍoɥ ɓuıɹǝpısuoɔ ʇɐɥʇ ǝʇıɹʍ oʇ ɓuıʌɐɥ uı pǝʇuıoddɐsıp s,ʇı puɐ 'uozıɹoɥ ǝɥʇ ɹǝʌo ǝsolɔ ʎlɓuıɹǝɓɓɐʇs sı ǝsdɐlloɔ s,uɐloN spɹɐʍoʇ ʇuıod ɓuıddıʇ ǝɥʇ 'ǝuo ʇsɐl ǝɥʇ uɐɥʇ ɹǝpnol puɐ ɹǝɓɓıq sɹǝʇsnqʞɔolq ǝʞɐɯ uɐɔ noʎ ʍoɥ ɟo ɐɯɓıuǝ ɓuısɐǝɹɔuı-ɹǝʌǝ ǝɥʇ ǝʞıl puɐ 'sıɥʇ ǝʞıl ɯlıɟ ɐ ɟo ssǝɯ lɐɹʇuǝɔ ǝuo oʇuı llɐ dooɓ sʇı ǝpoldxǝ oʇ ǝlʎʇs sıɥ pǝsnɐɔ ʎllɐuıɟ sɐɥ ǝsıɐɹd snouǝʌɐɹ ɥɓnoɹɥʇ uɐɯ ǝɥʇ pǝɟ ǝʍ oɓǝ ǝɥʇ sdɐɥɹǝԀ ˙pǝʇsnɐɥxǝ ɓuıǝq ʎpɐǝɹlɐ ʇnoɥʇıʍ ʇɐɥʇ ɟo ʞuıɥʇ ʇ,uɐɔ ʇsnɾ I poɓ 'ǝlɐuıɟ sʇı uı ʎllɐıɔǝdsǝ 'ǝɹɐ ʎllɐǝɹ pooɓ ɟo sʇuǝɯoɯ lɐɹʇuǝɔ ǝsoɥʇ ʞɔıɹʇ dɐǝɥɔ ɐ ɟo ɥɔnɯ ʍoɥ ʇsnɾ ǝzılɐǝɹ ǝɯ ǝʞɐɯ oʇ pǝʇɹɐʇs ʇı puɐ 'ɟlǝsɯıɥ ɹǝɥdoʇsıɹɥƆ ʇnq 'ǝɯ ʇɔɐɟ uı ʇou sɐʍ ɯǝlqoɹd ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ʇɥɓıl oʇ ʇnd ʎllɐǝɹ oʇ ǝɯ pǝsıʌpɐ uɐloN ɓuıɥʇ ǝʇısoddo ʇɔɐxǝ ǝɥʇ ɓuıop ʎq sɓuıɥʇ ʇɔǝssıp ʇsnɾ oʇ ɓuıʎɹʇ ʎɐʍ ɐ uı puɐ 'pɐq ǝɥʇ ɥɓıǝʍʇno pǝǝpuı pıp pooɓ ǝɥʇ ɹǝɥʇǝɥʍ 'ʇı ɥʇɹoʍ llɐ ʇı ǝpɐɯ ʇɐɥʇ ɹǝɥʇǝɥʍ ʇı ɹoɟ ɓuıoɓ sɐɥ ʇı ʇɐɥʇ ʞɔıɯɯıɓ ǝɥʇ oʇ pǝuɹnʇǝɹ ʇı ǝɔuo ɹǝpuoʍ oʇ uıɓǝq I 'ɥʇdǝp lɐuoıʇoɯǝ ɟo ʞɔɐl sʇı 'ʎʇılıqısuǝɥǝɹdɯoɔuı sʇı ɥɓnoɹɥʇ pǝppold ʇı s∀ ˙(sıɥʇ ʞɔnɟ poɓ 'plnoʍ ʇuǝɓɐ ∀IƆ ʇlnpɐ uɐ ǝuıɓɐɯı ʎlqɐqoɹd plnoʍ I 'sı xopɐɹɐd ɐ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ I ɟı 'ɓuıɥʇ ɹǝɥʇouɐ) xopɐɹɐd ɐ ʇɐɥʇ ʇ,uıɐ ʍou 'snoıʇuǝʇǝɹd ʇsoɯ sıɥ ʇɐ uɐloN uɐɥʇ ɹǝqɯnp puɐ ɹǝʇɹɐɯs ɯ,I pǝzılɐǝɹ ʍoɥǝɯos ǝʌ,I puɐ ǝıʌoɯ pɐq ʎɹǝʌ ɐ s,ʇı 'ǝıʌoɯ pɐq ɐ sı sıɥʇ pǝzılɐǝɹ ǝʌ,I '„⋊Ɔ∩Ⅎ⋊Ɔ∩Ⅎ⋊Ɔ∩Ⅎ„ oʇ „ǝuıɟ s,ʇı 'ɥǝ„ ɯoɹɟ ǝɹǝɥʍʎuɐ ɓuıǝq oʇ pǝsoddo sɐ 'ǝɔɐld ʇuǝʇsısuoɔ ɐ oʇuı sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ʎɯ ǝlɓuɐɹʍ oʇ ɓuıʎɹʇ puɐ sı ʇǝuǝ⊥ ʇɐɥʍ ɯoɥʇɐɟ ʇsnɾ oʇ ɓuıʎɹʇ uI
„˙sıɥʇ punoɹɐ ǝıʌoɯ ɐ plınq uɐɔ I ɥɐǝʎ 'ɥɐǝʎ„ ʇɥɓnoɥʇ puɐ ɹǝɥʇǝɓoʇ ʞɔɐq sǝɯoɔ ɟlɐɥ ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ ǝlıɥʍ ɓuıpoldxǝ ɓuıplınq ǝɥʇ ɟlɐɥ ɥʇıʍ ǝuǝɔs ssɐ-ǝdop ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇɥɓnoɥʇ ʇsnɾ uɐloN ʞuıɥʇ I
˙ǝsuǝsuou ɹǝʇʇn s,ʇı 'pǝʎǝssoɹɔ oɓ ǝɯ sǝʞɐɯ ʇı SSƎƆOᴚԀ oʇ ɓuıʎɹʇ ǝsnɐɔǝq oɥʍ ɓuıʇɥɓıɟ s,llǝɥ ǝɥʇ oɥʍ llǝʇ uɯɐppoɓ uǝʌǝ ʇ,uɐɔ I puɐ ɓuıɯɐǝɹɔs puɐ suoısoldxǝ ǝlqqnɹ ʇsnɾ sı ǝɔuǝnbǝs lɐuıɟ ǝɥʇ 'ʎsıou s,ɓuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ puǝ ǝɥʇ oʇ ʇǝɓ ʎllɐnʇɔɐ ǝʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ʎᙠ ˙(⊥IHS sɐ ʎʞɔɐʇ s,ʇı 'ǝɯɐ⅁ ɓuıʎɐlԀ-ǝloᴚ uɐ ɹoɟ ǝɯɐu ɹǝploɥǝɔɐld uɯɐppoɓ ɐ sı ʇsıuoɓɐʇoɹԀ ǝɥ⊥ 'spuıɯ ɹno ʍolq puɐ ʎɹʇ oʇ ǝɹnʇɔnɹʇs ʎɹoʇs uo ʎɹɐʇuǝɯɯoɔ ɐʇǝɯ ɔıʇɐɯǝɥʇ ǝɯos op oʇ ɓuıʎɹʇ ǝɹ,noʎ ɟı ʇıɥs ɐ ǝʌıɓ ʇ,uop I 'snsǝɾ 'ʞool 'ɥɐ) ǝɯɐu uɯɐppoɓ ɐ ɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ uıɐɯ ǝɥʇ ǝʌıɓ uǝʌǝ ʇ,uplnoɔ puɐ ʇıɥs ʎdoɹʇuǝ ǝɥʇ uı pǝʇsǝɹǝʇuı ǝɹoɯ sı uɐloN ǝsnɐɔǝq sɔısɐq sǝuoq-ǝɹɐq ǝɥʇ sn ɓuıʌıɓ ʎllɐɹǝʇıl ǝʇınb uǝʌǝ 'sɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ǝıʌoɯ ʎds sɐ ǝsodɹnd ɹıǝɥʇ puoʎǝq ɓuıɥʇou puɐ sǝıʇılɐuosɹǝd ɓuıʇsǝɹǝʇuı ou ɥʇıʍ sɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ɟo sǝɥɔılɔ uǝɹɹɐq ʇsnɾ ǝɹɐ ʎǝɥʇ ǝɔuıs ʎɥʇɐdɯǝ lǝǝɟ oʇ uosɐǝɹ ou 'soɥʇɐd ou oʇ ʇxǝu ǝʌɐɥ ʇɐɥʇ sɹǝʇɔɐɹɐɥɔ ɥʇıʍ ʇlɐǝp ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ 'ǝɹɐ sɹoʇɔɐ ǝɥʇ sɐ pooɓ s∀ (˙ɥo ˙ǝuol∀ ˙pıp ɹǝɥdoʇsıɹɥƆ 'ʇıɐʍ 'ɥo--IHS SIH⊥ Ǝ⊥OᴚM OHM ˙ǝɹnʇuǝʌpɐ-ǝpıs ǝʇnuıɯ-0Ɛ ʇɐɥʇ ʇnoqɐ sǝɯoɔ ʇɐɥʇ ɓuıɥʇ ʇuɐʇɹodɯı ǝuo ʎluo s,ǝɹǝɥʇ ɥɓnoɥʇ uǝʌǝ ǝɯıʇuǝǝɹɔs ɥɔnɯ os ǝʌɐɥ ʇoldqns ɓuıʇuıɐd ǝɥʇ sǝop ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʎɥʍ) llɐ ʇı ɥʇıʍ ǝuop ʇsnɾ s,uıɐɹq ʎɯ ɹo ǝsɐɔ ǝɥʇ s,ʇɐɥʇ ɟı llǝʇ oʇ ǝlqɐ ʎllnɟ ǝɯ ʇnoɥʇıʍ lɐıʇuǝnbǝsuoɔ slǝǝɟ ɯlıɟ ǝɥʇ ɟo ɥɔnɯ os ʇlnsǝɹ ɐ sɐ puɐ 'ǝɔɐld ʇsɹıɟ ǝɥʇ uı ǝɹɐɔ oʇ uosɐǝɹ ɐ puıɟ oʇ ʇıɥs sɐ pǝsnɟuoɔ ʇsnɾ ɹo ʇnoqɐ ǝɹɐɔ ʇ,uop ɹǝɥʇıǝ I sɓuıɥʇ ɟo ǝlɔʎɔ ɐ uı ʇsǝnb ɥɔʇǝɟ ɹǝʇɟɐ ʇsǝnb ɥɔʇǝɟ ʇsnɾ sı ʇɔɐ ʇsɹıɟ uɯɐppoɓ ǝɥʇ ɟo ɥɔnɯ os sɐ 'ʞɔıɯɯıɓ ʇɐɥʇ ʇnoɥʇıʍ lnɟpɐǝɹp ʇsnɾ ǝɹɐ sʇuǝɯɓǝs ɹǝllıɹɥʇ ǝɓɐuoıdsǝ lɐnʇɔɐ ǝɥʇ ǝɯ ʞɔnɟ ʇnq 'ǝsoɹd ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ pǝpuǝ sɯǝlqoɹd ɓuıʇıɹʍ ǝɥʇ ɥsıʍ ʎllɐǝɹ I ˙(ɯopǝɹoq puɐ ǝɔuɐʎouuɐ 'ɓuılǝǝɟ ɯ,I ʇɐɥʍ llǝʇ ˥˥,I 'ɥɐǝʎ 'ɥɐǝʎ '„ʇı lǝǝɟ ʇsnɾ 'puɐʇsɹǝpun ʇ,uoᗡ„) ʇıʍ oʇ ɔıɓɹǝllɐ ʎlqıpǝɹɔuı ɓuıǝq ǝlıɥʍ ʇɹɐɯs punos oʇ ʎɹʇ ʇɐɥʇ spɹoʍ pǝʇsıɟɯɐɥ ɓuıɹǝʌılǝp ɹo ʇsıuoɓɐʇoɹԀ ǝɥ⊥ oʇ uoıʇısodxǝ ɓuıpǝǝɟ s,ʇı ɹǝɥʇǝɥʍ 'sı llɐ ʇı pɹɐʍʞʍɐ puɐ pǝʇunʇs ʍoɥ ɓuıɹǝpısuoɔ ʇɹoɟɟǝ ǝɥʇ ɥʇɹoʍ ɥɔnɯ ʇ,usı ǝnɓolɐıp lɐnʇɔɐ ǝɥʇ 'uıɐɓɐ uǝɥ⊥ ˙pɹoʍ ɥʇㄣ ʎɹǝʌǝ ɹǝʌo sǝɹɐlq pǝʇɐɔıldɯoɔ I ǝɹoɔs ʇɐɥʇ ɓuıɹǝpısuoɔ pɐq ,uıʞɔnɟ ʎllɐǝɹ sı ɥɔıɥʍ 'ɹǝdsıɥʍ ɐ uɐɥʇ ɹǝpnol ʎuɐ spunos ʎlǝɹɐq ǝuǝɔs ǝɓnolɐıp ʎɹǝʌǝ puɐ plnoɥs ʇı uɐɥʇ ɹǝpnol slǝqıɔǝp 0ގ ǝʞıl s,ʇoɥsunɓ ʎɹǝʌǝ ⊥SIᴚHƆ ʇnq 'sɯlıɟ sıɥ ɟo llɐ uı ɯǝlqoɹd ɐ uǝǝq s,ʇɐɥʇ ɓuıɥʇǝɯos sı sıɥ⊥ ¿¡¿uosɹǝd ǝuɐs ɐ ǝʞıl slǝʌǝl punos sıɥ ǝɔuɐlɐq oʇ ɓuısnɟǝɹ dǝǝʞ uɐloN sǝop ⋊Ɔ∩Ⅎ ǝɥʇ ʎɥM
OH JESUS FUCK I CAN'T HEAR SHIT!!
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