By N
Did I miss the stroke of genius behind this cinematographic adaptation of Cormac McCarthly’s screenplay; or was it really what I saw: a typical story of a drug deal gone wrong, only this time the director explores human boundaries and death through the self-contemplation of his characters. The story is fine but not great, and approximately 100 minutes too long. I am not going to lie: I was quite bored watching it that I had to check my emails. Three times.
Ridley Scott‘s direction of this movie mismatches the original screenplay. The whole experience didn’t work: the dialogues seemed too moralistic and pretentious; the characters were not much more than mere caricatures. As a result, you are never able to empathise with what is happening to them. Also, the movie takes us to Mexico, Texas, Amsterdam and London, but I found that the use of images to show those places was fad and didn’t add anything to the movie.
I have to say, the brochette of actors is impressive, but sadly this movie does not do them justice. I was particularly skeptical about the love story between Penelope Cruz and Michael Fassbender, Javier Bardem’s caricatured personage, or the sex scene between Cameron Diaz and a car. All of this played to a spectacularly non-convincing tune. Oh, and let’s not forget Brad Pitt…Actually, let’s.
Anyway, if you saw it, please tell me if I missed something, but in the meantime…I would be mean to recommend the film.
cucurbitacee 