THE COUNSELOR was terrible, except when it was excellent. Often it was both at the same time.
The cast, with the exception of Cameron Diaz, was uniformly excellent. There were scintillating visual moments, courtesy of Ridley Scott's great eye, and fantastic monologues poured from Cormac McCarthy's pen. But in aggregate, the movie did nothing, said nothing, was nothing.
It failed as a thriller; I never knew what was at stake, or why I should care.
It failed as philosophy, as…
Literally just finished watching out, so my thoughts are still coalescing, but:
1. Scorsese's use of pop-music cues is officially out of control. He needs an intervention.
2. Related to #1 above, his reliance on voiceover, direct address, and now telepathy (hearing what his characters are thinking) is another crutch he uses whenever the mood seems to strike him. There's no obvious rhyme or reason to how it's employed, it's just whatever.
3. I don't need any movie to have…