The City of Your Final Destination
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A conundrum: is My Future Wife Laura Linney the only actor in this thing who manages to infuse her cardboard character with something resembling human life, or is her character the only one who seems to have any blood pumping through her veins because she's played by MFW Laura Linney?Well, who cares? From the massive dose of Exposition Concentrate we are fed in the opening 90 seconds to the lovers' final rainstorm embrace to the completely pointless epilogue, this is a textbook negative example of the show-don't-tell principle, and the clockwork plot reminds us that the thing about a clock is that you can look at it and know at a glace what's coming next.
Still, I rarely rate something one star ("Hated It") on Netflix, and I was content to give it two ("Didn't Like It"), but it lost star #2 during that epilogue, with persistent conversations by two couples during the overture to an opera, essentially sending the message "Talking during the show is OK and only stodgy twerps object." Oh, no, that just won't do.
Trailers
- Io sono l'amore (I am love)--One of those foodie love stories, starring Tilda Swinton; how bad can it be?
- El secreto de sus ojos (The secret in their eyes)--Digging up an old crime; maybe gripping, maybe schlocky, hard to tell.
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