Please Give? "Frankly my Dear . . ."

This was not good at all.  There was no story, no characters were found in this empty echo chamber and there was no character development.  Just a cowpath through an alien (to me, at least) neighborhood in New York City, littered with a lot of cowpies and skeletonaceous people-thingys. Aberrant photography showed people awash in money that they made by creating it out of thin air, a woman who wanted to help people who needed help until she found them.  Then she could cathartize in a conveniently nearby toilet and become a spiritual-looking blank face with vacant eyes and the hint of a sad smile again .  Her pitiful husband was also a man of money without any visible means of making it, who would mindlessly dilly if he found an available dally and who wound up with a fabulously beautiful dalliance but there was more gritty than nitty there so he quit her - no prob - SHE was at fault -  bad girl was she  - he, honorable guy that he suddenly became -  for a moment  anyway - he cut her off -  REAL easy -  Really?  

Nasty people they all were with nasty words about each other.  They should know but why should we care?  Mean people they were.  People who all lived alone even though they lived in a big city in a busy neighborhood and a crowded building with people hanging on to them every where they were and everywhere they went.  There was a nice gal there and she found a nice guy, but there was a faint clockwise swirl about their relationship and its future already showed signs of pixilation. 

Go.  Go back.  Start all over again.  Get a writer.  Get a photographer.  Get an editor.  Get a director. Then try again.  And pray you can get a story this time, and then tell the thing.  Bring some dimensions together and create something with bright sparks.  Find some characters who have more than a simple skin-covering.  Enjoy the writing and filming of your story.  Love it.  Live it. Make it come alive, make it live, let it fill us all with joy or astonishment, perhaps a sense of fulfillment  or let it teach us lessons of life or show us amazing things, instead of simply a firm resolve to go out and become a psychotherapist.

There is no excuse to make a movie this bad.  And if you do, then trash it.  I know there are people who will sit around and say “Well, this really wasn’t THAT bad, after all making movies is hard”.  That’s true, but WATCHING them shouldn’t be THIS hard.


BUT - in one respect the movie was FANTASTICALLY GOOD!  It's the first movie I have seen in a long time that had NO CIGARETTES!  Obviously could not have been made in America.