Chalamet's Willy Wonka taught me that it is OK to be both effeminate and illiterate.
Cons: too many distant thematic choices made for a movie about a chocolatier. To name a few: orphan finds her roots, escape the monotony of the 9-5 (slavery at a french laundry), reading rainbow, capitalism inevitably leads to oligopoly, chocolate a crack-equivalent in this universe?
Pros: bumbling idiot in Lederhosen. Good to see where the oompa loompa-enslavement lore came from too. Also, loved that the…
I watched this on Christmas Eve 2019. Anyway, it's arguably the most sickening movie of the 2010s. There is no drug that can replicate the feeling of watching that bet hit, Adam's face, then the end. It's like the "Casino" Pesci scene on heroin. Another repulsive, sweat-inducing NYC love story written and directed by two sickos who just don't know when to quit. Also, a Francesa cameo? Fuck you. Unreal. Uncut. Perfect.
I wanted to like this so bad. The concept of this film is fascinating in itself: a unique take on a divorce of some sort / the idea that we don't want to die alone, but we'd much rather die alone than die with someone whom we find dull or soul-crushing (maybe). But I just didn't get into it the way I thought I would. And I love everyone in it. Even the dog. Especially the Donkey! The acting was phenomenal, but the story lacked something for me. Doesn't mean it's a bad film, just that i'm probably a little stupid.
Nothing like sexual tension in a police precinct. This was the first film that I've seen in the tech age that does a normal job portraying smartphone use, which is cool. A little long, but if that's a reason you deduct stars, you should just become unemployed like the rest of us.
