Thursday, February 10, 2022

Hey, Can We Get a Little Light in Here?

 

...said me from my seat watching Guillermo Del Toro's latest travesty "Nightmare Alley."   It's the total antithesis of somebody wanting to see a movie.   Because of the dark 60 watt bulb lighting throughout, you can't see a thing.

Why am I surprised?   This is another bloated affair from Del Toro, whose movies are as large and sloppy as he is.  For some reason, Hollywood adores this swine and even gave him the Best Picture Oscar for the dreadful "Shape of Water."   Well, this year's nominations (as if anybody still cares) came out this week and the love tryst continues.   

Again, I would counter that nobody knows what they are looking at because the film is so excessively dark.   This makes film noir of the 40s look like a Busby Berkeley musical.  Perhaps if you can't see the action on the screen, it will help you overlook the ugly characters prancing around a lack of story.

For those who care, Bradley Cooper plays this...dark...guy who somehow wanders into a...dark...traveling carnival loaded with live chicken eaters, soothsayers, and a woman who electrocutes herself on cue.  That's the first half of the movie.   If you haven't left, the second half takes Cooper to the big city where he becomes a Kreskin-like mentalist in supper clubs.   While there, he hooks up with a...dark...shrink played by Cate Blanchett.

What happened after that?   Your guess is as good as mine.   But, clearly this is a glimpse of Del Toro's childhood and he must have gotten beaten up a lot in the playground.   He seemingly hates everybody.

We're even.   I hate him.   

Hmmm.  Did I actually just write that?   Sorry.  My vision is still adjusting to light.

LEN'S RATING:  Zero stars.

Dinner last night:  Korean pork from PF Chang's.

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