god i hate movies in which people discuss business. either clean or shady, either they're sitting around a table whispering solemnly or screaming at the top of their lungs - i'm bored every time. leave grown up stuff to the grown ups i guess! would've been more entertained if the whole movie was about oscar isaac's bowel movements
I would be able to sympathise with this if it wasn't so self-conscious. Its premeditated points on moral corruption are just formal impositions: Chandor was aiming at effect and nothing else, and every character embodies strictly the stereotype it derives from. The air of solemn rigidity makes it nearly unwatchable. Everything smells of "artistic genre film" - and this is a revolting idea to begin with.
Like most of A24's pleasing, if largely pseudo-intellectual films, this crime film is also artistic in intent, but too involved in distant emotion and overworked metaphors and themes. With a feeling of repetition and dramatic manipulation, its storytelling is too lukewarm. Many of A24's films so far are as glossy as they're lifeless, without a pulse or natural smarts, and neglecting cock and balls.
Du cinéma qui évite l'esbroufe facile du film d'action, de l'œuvre dénonciatrice et du thriller passe-partout qui s'aventure sur bien des pistes narratives souvent discrètement abandonnées, effleurant quelques manigances à peine (dé)voilées, pour nous laisser qu'une histoire claire et trouble à la fois, loin des traditionnels clichés faciles de l'opposition entre le bon et le méchant. www.cinefiches.com