In terms of cast, it has to be said that Gary Oldman looks nothing like Herman Mankiewicz. The olde visuals seem to be the main reason to watch this film, and its this smokey, shadowy, cigarette-burnt, ’40s aesthetic that’s the film’s only positive. The fact that a film about a writer (which intermittently includes script elements) isn’t particularly well written is ironic to say the least. This is basically another love letter to Hollywood’s “great” past like Quentin Tarantino‘s similarly critically overrated shite-fest OUATIH. It's a black and white ode to a period of time that only a select few give a toss about; it’s made for film students, cinephiles, and pompous critics.
短篇小说倦怠电影离不开叶子助兴的徒步之旅与边缘试行对白是启示、肉体是环境、行动展示摄影机的亲密密林和温泉带来感官体验的暗示开头与结尾匆匆却完全不潦草亲密一段转接山间血蛭、露水、屋舍、泉流确实有黑泽明和胡金铨的影子The world is like a huge drop of tear, a tear slowly dropping through space. Sorrow is nothing but worn-out joy.