It isn't that this is a bad movie; in fact, it's pretty good. It just tries to do too many things and therefore doesn't do any of them. Also, I spent the entire two hours nonplussed by the Christian Bale/Wes Bentley look alike on the far left speaking German and driving a blue Volkswagen bus around Berlin.But I will remember the very Wordsworthian moments spent in the Achensee Alps. Better than a similar scene from The Prelude for two reasons:
1. Wordsworth never included anti-capitalist love triangles.
2. His poem lacks a "bread, milk, and toilet paper" passage.
I suspect I'll remember the pleasure of watching this movie more than I will the serious formal problems that, apparently, did not prevent me from enjoying it. And, really, they are serious.
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