I don't get it. How can a film directed by F. F. Coppola, starring Vincent Gallo and Maribel Verdu be such a corny piece of crap? The script is like something an angsty pretentious teenager would write after a fight with his dad. Those were two precious hours I'll never get back.
Easily one of the best looking films of the decade. I feel this film is very underrated but as far as Coppola films go, it is sub par work. I found Gallo's performance to be pretty solid although it felt stiff at moments. Overall, it was a good watch but not a lot of replay value. Luckily I bought the dvd for $4 so not a waste in the least.
“Do you know what love is in a family like ours? It’s a quick stab in the heart.” Tetro's snipe at Bennie sums it up very neatly for a story that is far from tidy but gorgeously unfolds into sumptuous eye candy. The cast and locale shine. Shades of Almodovar and Coppola's own Rumble Fish, but this cinematic tone poem is something all its own. Bravo.
There's something about plain Italianness that Coppola has never come to grips with: here The Godfather gets replayed with maestros. He likes stagey Latins too, always dancing and fighting and throwing themselves on the ground. Everything's overdone except maybe Gallo's bipolar pain-in-the-ass, a great character but not enough for a 2 hour movie no matter how much pretty lighting and fancy camerawork get involved.
Mixed feelings about Tetro. Some of the shots were really beautiful, the music was great, and Bennie was a very sympathetic character. But the dialogue was cheesy, the plot flirted too often with melodrama, and the colour flashbacks were heavy-handed. (I felt like Coppola was beating me over the head with the car metaphor too. No thanks.)