frankdistefano

An endless, boring and pretentious film. The relationship between the father and daughter felt true and honest for a short while, after which it became numbingly repetitive. A movie many consider profound and honest droned on and on, leaving the viewer to finally say "Is that all there is?" Sparks of real feeling and emotion were few and far between. A relationship between one of the main characters comes out of left field. That Paul Mescal was nominated for an Oscar defies comprehension. Then again, Frankie Corio deserved any and all praise for her honest portrayal of his daughter. Praise by others amounted to what they wanted the movie to be, not what it was.

When you have to consult the detailed plot summary provided by IMDB, then the movie is in deep trouble. Another movie with infuriatingly difficult-to-understand sound recording resulting in missing important plot points, that is if they were EVER there in a terrible script. Some character motivations make no sense. Acting no more than adequate with the exception of Jessie Buckley. Olivia Colman did what she could in the role, but has given better, more lucid performances in just about everything else she's done. A disaster which has fooled critics caught up in its' pretentiousness substituting for a well-written, concise script.

One of the worst, most pretentious movies I've ever seen.

Objectionable, charmless performance by Adam Driver. An embarrassing performance by Marion Cottilard, a brilliant actress with no need to debase herself with the self-serving direction of Leos Carax, a pompous fraud whose only talent is trying to be oh-so-hip, substituting incomprehensibly for coherence.