and then went and read through all the reviews at Rotten Tomatoes. Like or dislike the film, two things about the critics (all of them but maybe two in the nation) jump out at me. Okay, they’re actually one and them same thing:
1. Nobody should be allowed to become a professional film critic without knowing what the word “synecdoche” means. Watching the critics flail about trying to find symbolism or Greek derivations in a simple, standard literary term is embarrassing.
2. Nobody should be allowed to become a professional film critic without ever having seen Fellini’s 8 1/2, which this film duplicates almost concept by concept, setpiece by setpiece, through the first 90 percent of its runtime. Watching the critics fall all over themselves trying to carve what they think is fabulously fresh and novel meat out of a standard film school lesson on one of the 20th century’s most famous films is also embarrassing.
No wonder nobody likes film critics. I’m just as qualified to be a heart surgeon.