(If you’re curious, my review process. It’s also pasted at the end of this post. I don’t believe in Rotten Tomatoes. I just believe in me.)
(***all-purpose SPOILER ALERT*** there may be some in this review)
SW SCORE: 43
4.3 out of 5 🐙
When I watched this, I couldn’t help but think of A Streetcar Named Desire, Sunset Boulevard, and Gone With the Wind. Stories about extreme narcissists and their disconnection from reality. Whether it’s in London or Hollywood or New Orleans, the story is the same. These remarkable characters exist in the same visual plane that we all do but they look in mirrors that are completely warped. It’s hard to see what I’m supposed to get from these tales of utterly horrible people. It’s not like any of them ever get an epiphany about their sick minds. I guess they are just noir character sketches. All the dreariness aside, the dialogue bites and the acting performances are striking. It’s watching the human Hindenburg crash and just like that inanimate object, Diana (played with perfect detachment by Julie Christie) isn’t even aware of her demise.
(1) Shark Wrighter (SW) Score: Based on a sum of 5 sub-scores (acting, directing, writing/story, effects: cinematography &/or animation &/or effects, editing) with 1 being terrible and 10 being terrific.
(2) Octopuses (0-5 🐙, with 5 being fantastic and 0 being feces)
(3) Octopuses are my unquantifiable feeling…not that SW score is scientific…but this one is even less so
(4) ++ This optional section includes any incredibly *brilliant observations that don’t fit into simple quantitative slices like the scores and octopuses *(they are likely NOT brilliant)