*MAJOR SPOILERS... in case you really can't guess how this film will end*
So when someone comes up to you and tells you that there's this film, right? and it stars - get this - it stars none other than Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, and it's about two terminally ill old men who decide to spend their last days together going on adventures learning lessons about life and friendship and etc! wow, right? sounds like a really heartwarming tale, if a bit formulaic.
So you sit down and you watch it and at the end everyone is standing up and saying stuff like "wow, that was really, like, profound and stuff?" while you realise that what you just watched was really really bad.
It honestly feels like this film has been created by some sort of Oscar-hunting robot who has observed many much better films in a similar vein and created a flowchart for academy success and followed it to the letter. Unfortunately, it's cold unfeeling mechanical mind failed to grasp the subtlety or complexity or nature or anything whatsoever about our strange organic "emotions". A theme concerning the nature of X and how Party 1 deals with it? CHECK. The effect that Party 1's decisions regarding X effect those they care about, and a plot that ties into this? CHECK. Two or more individuals discussing and discovering things about this? CHECK. Morgan Freeman narrating wisely on the merits of some white guy? CHECK. The script-robot, in order to give the audience an interesting backdrop, gave one of it's main characters billions of dollars and came up with a conceited reason as to how he ends up in the same hospital room with a middle-class hard-working average Joe. Adventures ensue which involve large quantities of pseudo-deep dialogue. After confrontation with several stock characters, one of the main characters dies, resulting in a form of emotional conclusion for the audience.
That is literally it. The two of them have some stock getting-past-appearances-banter involving wisecracking, then the man-putting-up-a-facade-to-hide-deep-wounds we're supposed to sympathise with and whose life is improved by Morgan Freeman (it shows how unoriginal the writers were when we receive narration from Freeman's character simply because it's Freeman, even when it would make far more sense for the purposes of plot for it to come from Nicholson's character) decides that they should GO OFF AROUND THE WORLD and all of a sudden, the fact that they are undergoing chemotherapy is tossed out the window and they RACE AND GO SKYDIVING! before we proceed to look at a slide-show of some terribly photo-shopped pictures of various predictable landmarks showing on a projector screen while Freeman and Nicholson stand around in front of it saying literally nothing profound or deep. Yadda Yadda Yadda contrived subplot estranged daughter solved without a fuss blah blah blah Then it seems all this excitement has reminded Freeman's character that he has cancer and whoops, he's back in hospital! cue the "touching" scene where aw look how they're both such good friends and how tragic yet life-affirming and now there's a funeral and OH SHUT UP.
In short: contrived plot, two main characters with such boring generic backgrounds and personalities that their only recognisable merits are the actors who play them, a lack of the kind of depth necessary to make this sort of thing work, that old skewed Hollywood perception of everything that means it bears no resemblance to real life, a heap of lifeless, dull dialogue, not a single subverted or averted cliché of this genre, all of it combined to make a film that isn't forgettable, but is actually annoying due to it's frequent and misguided attempts to tug our heartstrings without understanding how and even why.
Tell you what, go watch something like "million dollar baby" if you wanna see how to make this sort of thing. And then, go and watch "Last Holiday" it's got Queen Latifa in and is essentially a big dumb popcorn heartwarming family-film which still manages to be about twice as profound and deep than the Bucket List.
So when someone comes up to you and tells you that there's this film, right? and it stars - get this - it stars none other than Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, and it's about two terminally ill old men who decide to spend their last days together going on adventures learning lessons about life and friendship and etc! wow, right? sounds like a really heartwarming tale, if a bit formulaic.
So you sit down and you watch it and at the end everyone is standing up and saying stuff like "wow, that was really, like, profound and stuff?" while you realise that what you just watched was really really bad.
It honestly feels like this film has been created by some sort of Oscar-hunting robot who has observed many much better films in a similar vein and created a flowchart for academy success and followed it to the letter. Unfortunately, it's cold unfeeling mechanical mind failed to grasp the subtlety or complexity or nature or anything whatsoever about our strange organic "emotions". A theme concerning the nature of X and how Party 1 deals with it? CHECK. The effect that Party 1's decisions regarding X effect those they care about, and a plot that ties into this? CHECK. Two or more individuals discussing and discovering things about this? CHECK. Morgan Freeman narrating wisely on the merits of some white guy? CHECK. The script-robot, in order to give the audience an interesting backdrop, gave one of it's main characters billions of dollars and came up with a conceited reason as to how he ends up in the same hospital room with a middle-class hard-working average Joe. Adventures ensue which involve large quantities of pseudo-deep dialogue. After confrontation with several stock characters, one of the main characters dies, resulting in a form of emotional conclusion for the audience.
That is literally it. The two of them have some stock getting-past-appearances-banter involving wisecracking, then the man-putting-up-a-facade-to-hide-deep-wounds we're supposed to sympathise with and whose life is improved by Morgan Freeman (it shows how unoriginal the writers were when we receive narration from Freeman's character simply because it's Freeman, even when it would make far more sense for the purposes of plot for it to come from Nicholson's character) decides that they should GO OFF AROUND THE WORLD and all of a sudden, the fact that they are undergoing chemotherapy is tossed out the window and they RACE AND GO SKYDIVING! before we proceed to look at a slide-show of some terribly photo-shopped pictures of various predictable landmarks showing on a projector screen while Freeman and Nicholson stand around in front of it saying literally nothing profound or deep. Yadda Yadda Yadda contrived subplot estranged daughter solved without a fuss blah blah blah Then it seems all this excitement has reminded Freeman's character that he has cancer and whoops, he's back in hospital! cue the "touching" scene where aw look how they're both such good friends and how tragic yet life-affirming and now there's a funeral and OH SHUT UP.
In short: contrived plot, two main characters with such boring generic backgrounds and personalities that their only recognisable merits are the actors who play them, a lack of the kind of depth necessary to make this sort of thing work, that old skewed Hollywood perception of everything that means it bears no resemblance to real life, a heap of lifeless, dull dialogue, not a single subverted or averted cliché of this genre, all of it combined to make a film that isn't forgettable, but is actually annoying due to it's frequent and misguided attempts to tug our heartstrings without understanding how and even why.
Tell you what, go watch something like "million dollar baby" if you wanna see how to make this sort of thing. And then, go and watch "Last Holiday" it's got Queen Latifa in and is essentially a big dumb popcorn heartwarming family-film which still manages to be about twice as profound and deep than the Bucket List.
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