I am baffled by critics who applaud something so poorly written, directed, and acted. This is a good case of The Emperor's New Clothes.
Instead of this tedious attempt at signifigance, I'd rather watch a double bill of The Bicycle Thief and Taxi Driver.
I love movies, but when I give up after a full hour, something must be wrong. In a word: pacing. Another word: cliché.
Certainly, there is a cachet in heralding an underdog film like this, banned in its home country, but the praise is a bit self-congratulatory, coming from Western critics.
Does the scene outside a luxury apartment -- where our hero is restrained by the police from delivering his pizzas -- does such a scene need a full third of the movie's running time?
Instead of this tedious attempt at signifigance, I'd rather watch a double bill of The Bicycle Thief and Taxi Driver.
I love movies, but when I give up after a full hour, something must be wrong. In a word: pacing. Another word: cliché.
Certainly, there is a cachet in heralding an underdog film like this, banned in its home country, but the praise is a bit self-congratulatory, coming from Western critics.
Does the scene outside a luxury apartment -- where our hero is restrained by the police from delivering his pizzas -- does such a scene need a full third of the movie's running time?