Favorite films
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Nolan’s Oppenheimer is a three-hour monument to self-indulgence, a cacophony of brooding monologues masquerading as profundity. Shot in IMAX yet emotionally microscopic, it drowns in its own bombast, mistaking relentless cross-cutting for narrative complexity. Cillian Murphy stares into the abyss, but the abyss—much like the audience—remains indifferent. Ludwig Göransson’s score, an oppressive wall of sound, desperately tries to inject feeling into Nolan’s cold, mechanical spectacle. The film postures as a meditation on power and guilt, yet it is ultimately a triumph of form over substance—cinema at its most grandiose, yet intellectually bankrupt. A dull, self-important dirge.
A USA-first wankfest if ever there was one.