30 seconds into the movie: “Is...is she going to be doing that accent this whole time?”
It gives me no pleasure to dislike this movie. Its heart is clearly in the right place. Beanie Feldstein gives it her all, even if she makes a much better Dolly than she does Johanna. Alfie Allen even makes a dragon metaphor for Christ’s sake. What’s not to love?
But it just didn’t work. None of it worked. The separation between how I felt and how I knew I was supposed to feel was glaring 30 seconds in, and it never closed that gap.