|photo from Life Magazine|
Bale's comb-over, Adams' breasts, Cooper's curls and Lawrence's nail-sniffing sustain the two and a half hours of fast talking. It's superficial, slick and soul-less entertainment, easy. Robert de Niro's cameo cements my position that he's a whore.
***When I left the movie yesterday afternoon, I climbed the stairs to the roof-top parking with my friend D. We talked about the movie. We heard a giant crash and peered over the balcony of the lot to see the immediate aftermath of a motorcycle crash. A body lay next to the overturned cycle. Where? I said, I don't see it! My heart raced in that adrenaline rush of metal on metal. There, said D and pointed to something sprawled. We watched for a bit as rescue vehicles came, SUVs honked and swerved around. What a bunch of assholes, we said from our bird perch. My heartbeat slowed down as I drove down and around and down and around. I thought that I needed to write a three-sentence review every time I saw a movie, so here it is.