While it may be too sentimental or conscious in its machinations for many of you, I cried for two hours straight during The Tale of Benjamin Button. Two hours. It was exhausting.
See, I hate Forest Gump. I think it's hokey, unrealistic bullshit. Tilda Swinton's character in particular gutted me. For me it went in and out of this sense of being a fairytale and I liked that sense of the magical realism that made you start questioning what might or might not be true. Also, I'm a dancer.
Forest Gump has plenty of problems, and to me those are the aspects that this movie borrowed. That montage of all the characters at the end -- life is like a box of chocolates! I feel like Benjamin Button is a great movie, ruined by the producers trying to make it appeal to a wide audience. Benjamin is the pretentious asshole he's supposed to be half the time, and then they brighten him up into a tragic hero and slap on an artificial uplifting tone whenever possible. The result is a movie that's very uneven and unsure of itself.
Although I should say Tilda Swinton was a highlight. To me, that's the kind of movie this should have been - that whole section was true to its own darkness.
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