All movies require a suspension of disbelief. But you expect that your screenwriters will have some connection to the real world. That the major plot lines or the comments about every day life won't be stupid.
You would expect that. Not here.
A minor example, right at the beginning of the film. A harbinger. The screenwriters apparently have no experience with automobiles. In one of the opening scenes between two young women swimmers talking about a nightmare in a locker room, one of them talks about the horror of being stuck in a car in a tunnel. And that she had to "turn the battery on." Huh? Anyone who drives a car knows you turn on the IGNITION.
The three screenwriters couldn't get that right? One is a neophyte director/screenwriter, so he probably takes the subway. Another is a world famous actor, so he's probably driven around. You'd think the third would have some idea what you use the key or fob for in an automobile. Nope.
And the major plot point for which the real estate agent was killed -- that her broker's commissions were somehow being invested in real estate to avoid taxes -- is preposterous. That's not how it works. And selling houses worth almost a million dollars and for 6 sales she generates the whopping sum of $70,000 in hidden commissions? What is she selling - doll houses? No. Houses in the high 6 figures.
Of course here the "sales" all involved civil forfeitures from planted narcotics. Civil forfeitures aren't that easy. There are defenses to them. After a number of these forfeitures (like, two maybe), someone would get wind of the scam. Here the only one who figured it out was the kooky neighbor. He must be a relative of the kooky faux scientist in the Moonfall movie.
And what's with the Benicio Del Toro character's injured hand, and the re-injury and treatment at the end? Mysterious? For what reason? Never explained. Never an issue. There for no reason. Chekov would be very disappointed.
And so was I.
This turned out to be glop, spoiled by screenwriters who don't have a viable connection to the real world. What a disappointment.
You would expect that. Not here.
A minor example, right at the beginning of the film. A harbinger. The screenwriters apparently have no experience with automobiles. In one of the opening scenes between two young women swimmers talking about a nightmare in a locker room, one of them talks about the horror of being stuck in a car in a tunnel. And that she had to "turn the battery on." Huh? Anyone who drives a car knows you turn on the IGNITION.
The three screenwriters couldn't get that right? One is a neophyte director/screenwriter, so he probably takes the subway. Another is a world famous actor, so he's probably driven around. You'd think the third would have some idea what you use the key or fob for in an automobile. Nope.
And the major plot point for which the real estate agent was killed -- that her broker's commissions were somehow being invested in real estate to avoid taxes -- is preposterous. That's not how it works. And selling houses worth almost a million dollars and for 6 sales she generates the whopping sum of $70,000 in hidden commissions? What is she selling - doll houses? No. Houses in the high 6 figures.
Of course here the "sales" all involved civil forfeitures from planted narcotics. Civil forfeitures aren't that easy. There are defenses to them. After a number of these forfeitures (like, two maybe), someone would get wind of the scam. Here the only one who figured it out was the kooky neighbor. He must be a relative of the kooky faux scientist in the Moonfall movie.
And what's with the Benicio Del Toro character's injured hand, and the re-injury and treatment at the end? Mysterious? For what reason? Never explained. Never an issue. There for no reason. Chekov would be very disappointed.
And so was I.
This turned out to be glop, spoiled by screenwriters who don't have a viable connection to the real world. What a disappointment.