I honestly don't get what the joke is supposed to be. Maybe if we were all still twelve years old, we’d see it differently—but back when I was twelve, I actually found the gross stuff pretty appealing myself.
Edward Norton is just the man! The pacing is solid, it never drags, and there are a few standout moments I won't spoil here because—well, why ruin the surprise? I also really dig how this feels like the first true New York City movie made after 9/11—there’s this strange, lingering atmosphere hanging over everything, but it avoids falling into that overly sappy, pathetic territory. The only thing is, the whole thing feels a bit lopsided to me—the entire movie, from start to finish—the ending is basically the only part that actually matters, which makes everything we sat through during those first two hours feel somewhat redundant. JUST MY TWO CENTS! You don't have to agree with me.
It’s kind of weird—I’ll admit that—but I think watching that movie actually helped me wrap my head around that whole fetish thing, just a little bit. Beyond that, the whole thing is visually stunning and the lead actress? Absolutely incredible.
The first fifteen minutes? Absolutely stellar. I’d go as far as to say the movie has everything it needs to be an absolute masterpiece in the musical genre. Actually—if I’m being honest—it has one thing too many: Richard Gere. The second he shows up with that off-key little number and that totally disastrous performance, the whole film just falls flat on its face.
Watched it yesterday—honestly, it was great. There were at least three standout scenes, and the suspense actually kept me on the edge of my seat, which is a rare feat for action movies these days.
Look, I’ll give credit where it’s due—there are some killer scenes in there, the character dynamics actually feel fleshed out, and there are plenty of moments that should have landed well. But the pacing? It's just completely off. It’s one of those cases where you realize why actors need to focus on acting and directors need to actually, you know, direct. Beyond that, I caught at least six or seven beats that were clearly meant to be funny, but the crowd in the theater just sat there—dead silent, totally unimpressed.