70mm (blow-up) at Alamo Drafthouse Downtown Brooklyn
I will never take PTA or Baz for granted again.
The mixed reviews made me excited. Don’t let the same thing happen to you. This isn’t bold filmmaking, except for the final scene which is terrible but, granted, bold. It shows its hand as maybe the brazenest big-budget ripoff since Joker—I’ve never seen a narrative preemptively internally exonerate itself from plagiarism accusations quite like this before.
Humor like Licorice Pizza/Boogie Nights, but the editing has no tempo. Energy on the page like Moulin Rouge!/Great Gatsby, but the camera is stricken with lethargy.
After a while, I only continued watching for the period detail. And Tobey Maguire.