I had the misfortune of watching this dreadfully pretentious piece of drivel on HBO today. After 40 minutes, I realized that this was a perfectly dreadful film, but, since I had the glowing New York Times review online when deciding whether to watch it, I told myself that surely it would get better. No such luck. The adulation heaped on this film by the previous reviews on this website are a mystery to me. It just goes to show that if a work is pretentious, dreary, and boring enough, it will probably be hailed as a work of art. We all know what P.T. Barnum said, that there's one born every minute.
By the way, regarding all the praise heaped on Dan Futterman's performance: in my opinion, he seems to exhibit only two facial expressions, blank impassivity or an irritating smirk. Lack of talent passing as minimalism.
By the way, regarding all the praise heaped on Dan Futterman's performance: in my opinion, he seems to exhibit only two facial expressions, blank impassivity or an irritating smirk. Lack of talent passing as minimalism.