If this is representative of Bova’s work, I don’t think I need to read another bit of it.

…and his epic of schlock, this would easily be the worst movie I’ve seen all year. Maybe even five.

I saw this on the big screen last night. At the drive in. I may have time-warped back to 1960.

Easily one of the most disturbing movies I’ve sever seen.

The movie was so baffling that my wife and I had to go and read reviews of it to make sense of it. The problem is this: this movie isn’t intended as a straightforward bit of cinema. It doesn’t just tell a story. It also needs to make social comment too. If this is your thing, great. If not, eh.

In any case, the characters are highly artificial. So artificial that by the end of the movie you don’t even care about the loose ends.

Movies like this one contribute to French cinema’s bad reputation for slow movies that aren’t engaging. I’d far rather watch Jean de Florette.

I have two words for fans of CVLTVREMADESTVPID: Yuba City.

I couldn’t finish it. It was too awful. Not starting it would have been a wiser course.

I found it ironic that a movie about a blind child, who gave a stellar performance, should feature such lush cinematography. The movie was beautiful.

That pretty much sums it up. Close-Up is a movie made in Iran that follows an actual trial. Then, before or after, Kiarostami recreated a few events to fill the story out. Unbelievably, everyone agreed to participate.

…of a certain Bruce Willis movie. Sorta.