When I was watching
Writer/Producer/Director Tom Ford’s horrible Nocturnal Animals, I could
not help feeling sorry for Amy Adams, hoping she had, somehow, been coerced
into acting in this piece of cinematic garbage instead of volunteering to
participate. Why Amy? You’ve done nothing that deserves such
penance!
The film…no, soapopera…has
the most ghastly opening ever with a 400-500lb. naked woman, tossing her flabs
of skin around as she cavorts on a stage.
I couldn’t read the credits as I had to turn away from the screen.
The travesty went down from there with a tasteless story of revenge that, ultimately, became laughable as a result of both story and acting.
There should be a warning
for any viewer contemplating suicide.
This piece of junk might just push them over the edge.
If there is anyone who
likes this crap, who isn’t already in therapy, I would be happy to point them
in the direction of a reputable psychiatrist.
Only for Cinematographer Seamus
McGarvey's occasional interesting images do I give Nocturnal Animals a 1 out
of 5. I hope all involved have been
properly disinfected.
If I had seen it before my
blog on The Best Films of 2016, it would have tied for Worst Movie of
the Year.
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