After sitting there watching a little boy yelling at his mother for fifteen minutes in a circuitous, repetitive argument that sounds like the actors are straining for material to fill up time, I knew I was in trouble. Unfortunately, the movie didn't improve. The centerpiece is a scene in which we watch a woman picking at a sore on her face for five minutes. And worst of all, that obnoxious boy keeps coming back for more yelling!
What is it with movies this year? First we got Gerry, which seemed like one long joke at the expense of the audience, and now 10, which qualifies as neither art nor entertainment, but more like something the director whipped out in a couple of hours in order to meet a deadline. This is just bad cinema. To call it boring is too kind. The Taste of Cherry was boring. 10 is just pathetic.
What is it with movies this year? First we got Gerry, which seemed like one long joke at the expense of the audience, and now 10, which qualifies as neither art nor entertainment, but more like something the director whipped out in a couple of hours in order to meet a deadline. This is just bad cinema. To call it boring is too kind. The Taste of Cherry was boring. 10 is just pathetic.