A fable about how you shouldn’t pity disfigured people for being disfigured, but you should instead pity them for when they give into self-pity.
Suffocatingly narrow, unsubtle, and boring. Not sharp or vicious enough to work as a dark comedy either. Seeing lots of polite applause around here for this softball game.
Megaflopolis
I find myself agreeing with every review and star rating here. Coppola has achieved his vision. This is the most unifying American movie since Buck Breaking.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A cinematic vasectomy.
Mid-40s deadweight gay dude in a high-rise can’t open up to the hottie at his doorstep until he comes out to his parents, who somehow don’t look any older than him (edit: and you just gotta sit and squirm with that until the twist hits!)
When he couldn’t get any sleep and had to get into bed with Mommy and Daddy, I walked out. Unbearably maudlin bullshit.
Apparently that’s the halfway-point in the plot and the rest…
