You know when you see signs saying "SEE THE LION KING ON BROADWAY" and you're like "why the fuck would I waste money on seeing an animated movie clumsily adapted to live action at exorbitant ticket prices" and anyway they did that for a movie now only with bonus mommy issues I guess.
Was deeply worried this was another 'hip weirdo teaches the normies a lesson in having fun' movie, but instead it's a tortured thinker who can't come to grips to having to conform in order to save his small family.
There's one scene where Robards has to bust out a guitar to help distract his 'son' from the ugly truth that really struck home now that I'm a parent-- that need to protect them with distraction.
A very 60s art movie in a lot of ways, but it still works.
I kind of wish this movie was less about the pretty white girl's typical 'rediscovering her mom' junk and more about Hudson's discovery and connection to a group of women who embody so many of her own feelings that she could never express before.
Instead, the dramatic beats seem like less of an awakening than a mishmash. The insertion of contemporary music is jarring, and the overuse of montage covers some moments that would be better left explored. Just kind of unsatisfying overall, though it has a lot of good pieces.
Kind of embarrassing, really. New characters and old ones don't coalesce very well, with many of those returning having their motivations and charms swept under the rug for the sake of keeping secrets for the inevitable sequels.
Abrams, whose eye for action sequences and just the look of things is fine, seems to confuse a fast pace for narrative finesse. This was also a problem in Star Trek Into Darkness-- all of the planets in this movie feel immediately next…