This is the kind of movie that has me writing and deleting entire paragraphs of thoughts about it to leave as a review. I’m going to try to keep it quick:
Just in the same way that the Bob Dylan movie wasn’t really a movie, the Brutalist wasn’t really a movie either. It was like walking through a museum. Every scene was like a new exhibit to stand and look at and think about in way I don’t know I’ve experienced before.
Movie of the year and it’s not even close.
A really really interesting adaptation of my favorite book ever. Potentially the most beautiful movie I’ve seen ever. Most important to me is the way this script takes a 900-page epic novel and makes it into a different story that is ultimately something very digestible, without feeling cheap or rushed.
Go see this shit immediately!!!
Five-star movie easily except in the last duet between Bob and Joan, Joan is wearing the fugliest pair of jorts ever worn and it really took me out of the movie.
Deserves 3.75 stars. Good movie with very good acting and cinematography and score and everything but we are super fucking over-indexed on professional chef content right now.
