With all the subtlety of a roid-raging sledgehammer, Me Before You does nothing for the right to life or right to a dignified death movements. Nor does it do anything for Emilia Clarke’s apparent acting prowess while she runs from her day job as a stoic and cranky dragon lady and goes way over the edge of tweeness right into a big pile of artificial- sweetener. The god bus careens into the picture and barely misses everyone at dinner in the middle of the second act, later returning and actually hitting the target with infuriating preciseness. Sam Claflin sits as a gorgeous and patient centrepiece around what essentially amounts to over-dramatic drivel, barely coming away unscathed himself from Clarke’s awful, overbearing performance. Terrible soundtrack overloaded with life affirming pop songs that lend to a heavy-handed score that takes all the drama and joy up to an unnecessary eleven, detracting from the actual human moments that are scattered throughout. Also riddled with cinematic cliches and clunky, badly edited montages with stilted dialogue.
Me during 90% of this film: C- . Disappointing AF
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