I can't believe I waded through all those incoherent plot lines and their unattended gaps, inconsistencies, unsettling amount of nudity, disgusting torture + body horror scenes to see the entire film burn down into ash at the very end, it's irritating, insulting, unforgivable, even. Such a shame that a beautiful and promising film like this had to leave me this itch I can never scratch, fuck, I'm pissed.
More lights, more cameras, more action, it goes at such an intense pace that when it actually slows down, even for a bit, it is immediately felt that something is wrong. Still, chapter 2 is, sadly, basically just a rehash of its predecessor. It's *very* pretty to look at though, so I guess that's a huge win. Every shot in the art museum speaks at full volume, announcing its presence and demanding attention, like an explosive version of giallo but…
(Sorry for this but I just needed to rant.)
It pains me to see all the hate this film is receiving, but I don't blame any of you though. After all, everyone's entitled to their own opinion. But here's a request: stop focusing on the flaws! I mean, come on, does this film really deserve only one star? Sure there's plot holes and too much exposition. But one star? What about the visuals? Practical effects? McConaughey's performance? Hans Zimmer's score?…
It's the feeling of never wanting a dream to end, desperately trying to go back to sleep hoping that your dream would somehow pick up where it had left off.
But you know very well that it won't. First you'll forget the details. What shirt you were wearing, the exact words you said or wanted to say. Her hand on your palm that felt so tangible just a few seconds ago, reduced to a cold sensation that served as nothing…