For awhile now I have been positive that I am imprisoned within a European art film, all very much a tale of flat lined mediocrity with lots of melodramatic down moments, but few and very far between miniscule high points. This experience is largely cerebral as are continental movies and I am constantly praying for Woody Allen to come out of the shadows and yell “Wrap!”, as I want to move onto the Hollywood version with the happy ending. I crave escapism and some entertainment viewing others have the low life for awhile, if not for the rest of my life!
I suspect The Big Whatever (TBW) is using montage in a manner not to produce the greatest emotional response in the audience, but to leave me limper than a linen tea towel after Christmas dinner. Locked in a drifting sequence of vaguely defined, ambiguous episodes that intertwine across time and place I feel that TBW is being unfairly authorial towards me. All I asked for was some simplicity in life, but instead I get bizarre alternate worlds and elements of surrealism!
How about you – Hollywood classic happy ever after, or art house experimental?