What has happened to the ability of professional critics to evaluate fiction?
This movie, in so many ways, is mediocre at best.
The characters are a series of cliches with the psychological depth of a Hallmark commercial. The attempts at adolescent angst ridden, yet amusing, dialogue at the beginning really aren't that amusing or insightful of anything. There are no character arcs except for the expected - the troubled young man and troubled curmudgeon will start out at odds and then, oh so sentimentally, come to appreciate the other in a completely formulaic plot. (Bet you can't guess if the father isn't really dead, but in prison or an insane asylum - I knew it had to be one or the other). And the heavy black woman whose son died in Viet Nam? Yeah, that sums up the character in one sentence. There's pretty much no more. That description and a scene of her angry has to be enough to summon up the anticipated maudlin response in the viewer.
And the Angus character not only looks too old for the part, but also his acting is terrible. Found many of his closeups to be actually embarrassing, his facial expressions look so fake and forced.
Paul Giamatti ably delivers his series of clever one-liners. But all the ailments stuck on to the character don't add any meaningful layers to his unoriginal crusty sarcastic teacher persona.
I can envision this story line being conceived in a board room of movie business executives: "I've got an idea for an audience pleasing commercial success, and will probably get nominated as well".
It's just so boring and predictable. Not art. Not insightful. Not, for me, even entertaining.
This movie, in so many ways, is mediocre at best.
The characters are a series of cliches with the psychological depth of a Hallmark commercial. The attempts at adolescent angst ridden, yet amusing, dialogue at the beginning really aren't that amusing or insightful of anything. There are no character arcs except for the expected - the troubled young man and troubled curmudgeon will start out at odds and then, oh so sentimentally, come to appreciate the other in a completely formulaic plot. (Bet you can't guess if the father isn't really dead, but in prison or an insane asylum - I knew it had to be one or the other). And the heavy black woman whose son died in Viet Nam? Yeah, that sums up the character in one sentence. There's pretty much no more. That description and a scene of her angry has to be enough to summon up the anticipated maudlin response in the viewer.
And the Angus character not only looks too old for the part, but also his acting is terrible. Found many of his closeups to be actually embarrassing, his facial expressions look so fake and forced.
Paul Giamatti ably delivers his series of clever one-liners. But all the ailments stuck on to the character don't add any meaningful layers to his unoriginal crusty sarcastic teacher persona.
I can envision this story line being conceived in a board room of movie business executives: "I've got an idea for an audience pleasing commercial success, and will probably get nominated as well".
It's just so boring and predictable. Not art. Not insightful. Not, for me, even entertaining.
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