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About halfway through this, the movie, so taking a break.
It's bloody awful, I think. Almost offensively so. Zack fuckhorse, or whatever his name is, has clearly scored this gig because he knows how to direct a Limp Bizkit video. Fine. What he doesn't appear to understand is anything to do with how to develop a coherent narrative (and to hell with this idea of 'studio interference' - the director's cut's sure to be even more boring, cackhanded and mis-managed than the current fiasco) or characterisation, or any of the basics. None of which gel - what's on the screen seems like a glorified episode of the Muppet show, that disjointed, because, apparently, nobody's ever told the clown who directed this that a tiny fraction of the millions of bucks the studios have thrown at this shit could have been spent on going over the script, or work-shopping the actors for a couple of weeks at least, so they didn't feel like strap-ons for the special effects.
It's not as if it's that faithful to the original - in the first hour, which is as much as I've managed, (though obviously, I'll get to the end), a lot of it seems a bit off-key.
I don't want to write a thousand, two thousand, maybe five thousand screed about how much I think this movie sucks; the idea, put around on the web, in the papers, etc, that this is the best anyone could have done with the material, film-wise, however, is beyond laughable.
I'm with Alan Moore on this; a plague on whoever green-lit the project.
If I was Moore, I'd feel as if my kids had been taken hostage, and then shat on. |
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