I wanted to love this one sooo badly — just didn’t hit the mark.
Gorgeously filmed — truly there were scenes I felt like I could reach out and touch…somethin’ about those Norwegian breezes that film so beautifully.
But even my enthusiasm for analysis got irritated by the ending — fell so flat. And not in a Hemingway “The Sun Also Rises” kind of flat where the entire point is the wayward banality of humanity’s spiral to the grave —…
Had me cracking up in the theater - ran on a little long, coulda made some cuts and their big dramatic fight didn’t actually make that much sense…but that’s kinda the point right? Genuine love doesn’t really obey the laws of rational argument. I thought the playful authenticity truly lit up the whole film - and at the end of the day don’t we all just wanna believe it can work out.
the knives are not the sharpest part of the movie (ahem, Chris Evan’s jawline)
