Lola

In no way does this film depict what the reality of drug addiction/poverty is. It was a genuinely laughable attempt at doing so. It was painfully obvious that the director of this film was not drawing from real life experience and knowledge. I recommend watching The Florida Project instead for something that actually feels somewhat authentic. On top of this films inauthenticity it was also incredibly predictable and boring. I had to fast forward on many occasions because 50% of the film were just slow motion cameos of Nicolas face that make great clips for Instagram and TikTok but ultimately a terrible movie.

Reviews on here seem to be very mixed. I am not aware of this Nicola person, the only thing I know is she is a nepo baby married to another nepo baby- David Beckham's son. It's cool she had the money and resources to make a film, too bad you can't buy talent.

The story line is kind of all over the place. It does not flow well, and the decisions Lola makes are not realistic to what an actual person in that situation would make. Nicola tried to make a film depicting what a poor person's struggle is like, but it's obvious she doesn't even have a clue. Maybe she should stick to what she knows- shopping, fashion, and luxury lifestyle.

As a passionate moviegoer, I had high hopes for "Lola," but sadly, it fell short in almost every aspect. From the wooden acting to the terrible Directing, this film left much to be desired.

First and foremost, the characters lacked depth and authenticity. It felt like I was watching cardboard cutouts recite lines rather than witnessing genuine human emotion. The lead actress failed to convey any real connection with the audience, making it difficult to empathize with her journey.

The pacing was another major issue. Scenes dragged on unnecessarily, while crucial plot points were rushed through, leaving me feeling disconnected and disinterested in the outcome.

Overall, "Lola" was a forgettable and lackluster cinematic experience. Save your time and money for a film that truly delivers on its promises.

Shockingly awful movie, the kind that isn't just bad, but makes you really mad that you wasted 2 hours of your life watching it.

This film reeks of what a socially privileged person, high up in a penthouse only looking down on the world, imagines what the poor and vulnerable might feel like. To those of us at the bottom, this imaginary tale just comes across as a pigeon pooping on us.

Maybe they meant well, maybe not, this still comes across as a piece of trash. It's more poverty porn and exploitation, than a clever, heartfelt exploration of the issues covered.

The plot is full of traumatic life experiences, but it never builds up or evolves into anything. It's just a series of unhappy events. Every 10 minutes or so, a new traumatic experience happens, which fills in the next 10 minutes, until the next bad thing to happen. It's like as if the writers spent a day watching chat shows using the events in each show to create 10 minutes of storyline. Eventually, instead of building a relationship with the characters, you end up being saturated by trauma and sadly feeling disconnected and losing all empathy - that's not a good feeling.

The film work is self-indulgent and feels like an attempt to replicate some of the techniques that make cinematography an art form. Mostly, it feels very amateur, but in one or two places, it's not too bad. It tries far too hard, and it misses the mark, and in any case, even if it was outstandingly filmed (which it isn't), the cliche riddled storyline is far too bad to give it a 2 star rating.

Lastly, transcending the storyline and writing, the acting is terrible. Like, really, really bad.

I detecting a nomination of at least one Golden Raspberry for this...

I'm not even sure if this film deserves a bad review or if it's better to just pretend I didn't endure this incredibly bad movie. Lola feels like the director decided to film the beat sheet instead of the actual script. The pacing is rushed, as if the goal was to get through the story quickly just to linger on longer close-up shots of Nicola Peltz Beckham's face. My initial thought was, "Does the director have a crush on Nicola?" Then I realized-she is the director, and also the writer. Suddenly, it all made sense. This film is nothing more than a vanity project, and it painfully shows.

I do have to compliment the Director of Photography.