Condescending, emotionally flat, and narcissistic beyond all unreasonable common sense, Alejandro González Iñárritu’s Fellini rip-off is a flop.
Utter impotence.
Such gross self-indulgence comes at a price.
If I never see another Alejandro González Iñárritu film, that’s fine by me.
Done.
Wikipedia calls it an "epic black comedy drama." I call it cinematic noise.
Rich, spoiled Mexican journalist cum filmmaker now living in L.A. has an existential crisis — they used to call it a nervous breakdown — while visiting his people in Mexico.
Yawn.
Alejandro González Iñárritu is a disappointment.
Iñárritu doesn't have half of the talent he imagines he has.
Sad. Really sad.
If only the price of this film had been donated to proper charities in Mexico, the money could have been responsibly spent.
If you want to see a master filmmaker working in Mexico during the time that he lived there, I strongly recommend you check out any and everything by Luis Buñuel.
Then, if you want to see Fellini's masterful "epic" social satire that Alejandro González Iñárritu copiously copied to make his pale imitation, then get thee to "8 1/2" as soon as humanly possible.
Rated R. 159 mins.
ZERO STARS
