Sunday, June 21, 2009
In which realism defeats entertainment
As I said to Yesenia shortly before we independently reach the same conclusion (that the film was a huge snore), "Wow, there's nothing more I want to watch than a boring, self-important actor playing a boring, self-important dilettante in a boring and self-important film."
In case you can't tell, I was speaking ironically. For all I know, this film may be a masterpiece. We couldn't even make it a half-hour into the first part. And - not that I was ever on board with the Che Guevara cult of personality in the first place, but I'm pleased to announce that my opinion of him has now calcified into thoroughly disinterested disdain. What a tool.
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