Warning this film is a complete waste of 109 mins of your life, you WILL come away from the cinema feeling like you have lost something important in your life.
I have two dogs who are suffering from a mild stomach upset at the moment, and our daily inspection of their movement each day is so much more entertaining than this dire waste of space.
It starts of slow and progresses to a point of numbness that will represent your own bottom after sitting through this rubbish. There was a film about some mechanic in a garage a few years ago, which we felt at the time had plumbed the depths of crass nothingness. Museum Hours makes that film seem on reflection an Oscar contender.
There is nothing to redeem this film, even the artifacts on show and Brugels Art which features prominently which are wonders to behold, fail to pick this pail of Pooh up from the bottom of the well where it wants to live. None of the Actors made so much of the slightest effort to try and get the director to do what he was paid (well we think that was his role in this) rather than dwell on this private joke of a film. As somebody else has noted have I mentioned it was slow? Even the backdrop of Vienna failed to rescue this from it's who full lack of reason why?
If this sort of tripe can attract funding, then no wonder the film industry is in such a rock bottom place. I can only pine for what has been lost in the need to fund this!
This film is not for the purest it is not for the casual film buff it is not even for an aficionados of the work of Jem Cohen perhaps in the misguided belief that he is somehow related to the Cohen brothers themselves. This film is for the local rubbish tip (all copies that is) ASAP lest anybody else gets punished with 109 mins of this.
I have two dogs who are suffering from a mild stomach upset at the moment, and our daily inspection of their movement each day is so much more entertaining than this dire waste of space.
It starts of slow and progresses to a point of numbness that will represent your own bottom after sitting through this rubbish. There was a film about some mechanic in a garage a few years ago, which we felt at the time had plumbed the depths of crass nothingness. Museum Hours makes that film seem on reflection an Oscar contender.
There is nothing to redeem this film, even the artifacts on show and Brugels Art which features prominently which are wonders to behold, fail to pick this pail of Pooh up from the bottom of the well where it wants to live. None of the Actors made so much of the slightest effort to try and get the director to do what he was paid (well we think that was his role in this) rather than dwell on this private joke of a film. As somebody else has noted have I mentioned it was slow? Even the backdrop of Vienna failed to rescue this from it's who full lack of reason why?
If this sort of tripe can attract funding, then no wonder the film industry is in such a rock bottom place. I can only pine for what has been lost in the need to fund this!
This film is not for the purest it is not for the casual film buff it is not even for an aficionados of the work of Jem Cohen perhaps in the misguided belief that he is somehow related to the Cohen brothers themselves. This film is for the local rubbish tip (all copies that is) ASAP lest anybody else gets punished with 109 mins of this.