This is not a torturing movie, no dears, this is torture itself!
Christopher Nolan's script is ideally idiotic. How papers, with this heavy amount of stupidity, got written by someone considered "the leading filmmaker of the 21st century"--isn't the question. How papers like that got greenlit is the question, and the crime. There is a scientist / womanizer, who leads a nuclear project, with other scientists, and after the project is done, he has compunction, and accusations of communism. This story was told by one of the most pedant, poor, confusing, chatty, and overlong scripts I have ever experienced in my life!
There are like 150 characters who you'll never know who they are, or why they are here. Sure you can say that again about the events. For tiny example, the lead is in a stadium, doing what's described as a brilliant thing, though you won't understand why he was there, and what was the brilliant thing he was doing? The dialogues tell you things that you can't comprehend, or follow, or endure. Then, suddenly, Robert Downey Jr. Character is a nasty version of Salieri, who fights Mozart, sorry Oppenheimer, by the meanest ways. Long story short, it's like falling into a violent whirlpool of incomprehension and bore, and with 181 minutes long, I felt extreme nausea already!
To talk about the pace, I may say that the 3 hours felt like 3 days, or that I wanted to run away from my seat since day one. Though, enough to tell you that watching this movie is like being forced to eat a monster of a chicken, with all of its bones. And by the way, it's uncooked chicken as well!
The nudity wasn't ugly as usual, it was super ugly, and - further - ruined what could have been the movie's real artistic moment.
With a script like that, I won't evaluate any acting. All what I have to say is that Cillian Murphy, as the title character, seemed all the time worried and goggle-eyed!
By the way, I have a word for the casting: when you a have a character that was played before by gentlemen as charismatic and talented as Brian Dennehy and Paul Newman, don't you cast Matt Damon to play it!
I only liked one of the posters, which pictured the lead standing amongst what looked initially like dusk thick clouds, then after a second you'll perceive that it's nuclear explosion smoke. As if it's not the beginning of a new age; it's the end of the world. It was clever and satisfying, unlike the whole movie!
In terms of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the invention of the atomic bomb, and the Trinity test, I can't say that movies like Day One (1989), or Fat Man and Little Boy (1989) are better than this one. Rather, they are masterpieces compered to it (originally, they are "movies" compered to it!). So it's an insult to them to say that they are better, because considering the case in hand, movies regarded as the worst like The Swarm (1978), Leonard Part 6 (1987), North (1994), and The Last Airbender (2010) are better than Oppenheimer (2023), and bitterly I'm not joking!
I can't imagine anyone, in his sanest mind, liking anything in this massive dud. However, it made almost a billion dollars, and received critical acclaim. Maybe it's the hypnotic publicity, maybe it's the stars' names, maybe it's sheer ignorance, or maybe it's just a different taste. But whatever the reasons why, this movie will go down in history twice; once as one of the worst cinematic biopics, and once more as a proof that the audiences and critics of 2023 had deep and dangerous problem that made them love one of the worst cinematic biopics!
Nolan's Oppenheimer is a frantic hallucinatory teen, who tries to tell a story miserably, that ends up between dotage and annoyance. And it gets on your nerves that that boy finds rich guys to produce his story, and millions of people to love it too. Which reminds me of a line said by Al Pacino in And Justice for All (1979): "Something is really wrong here!"
At one moment of this torture, Einstein appears inexplicably on the doorstep of the title character, so he was his neighbor? He was a ghost? He was a memory? The movie doesn't want to answer, because it thinks itself smart creative, or doesn't care of perfecting anything, or it's - in fact - vain, which thinks itself smart creative, so doesn't care of perfecting anything.
Christopher Nolan's script is ideally idiotic. How papers, with this heavy amount of stupidity, got written by someone considered "the leading filmmaker of the 21st century"--isn't the question. How papers like that got greenlit is the question, and the crime. There is a scientist / womanizer, who leads a nuclear project, with other scientists, and after the project is done, he has compunction, and accusations of communism. This story was told by one of the most pedant, poor, confusing, chatty, and overlong scripts I have ever experienced in my life!
There are like 150 characters who you'll never know who they are, or why they are here. Sure you can say that again about the events. For tiny example, the lead is in a stadium, doing what's described as a brilliant thing, though you won't understand why he was there, and what was the brilliant thing he was doing? The dialogues tell you things that you can't comprehend, or follow, or endure. Then, suddenly, Robert Downey Jr. Character is a nasty version of Salieri, who fights Mozart, sorry Oppenheimer, by the meanest ways. Long story short, it's like falling into a violent whirlpool of incomprehension and bore, and with 181 minutes long, I felt extreme nausea already!
To talk about the pace, I may say that the 3 hours felt like 3 days, or that I wanted to run away from my seat since day one. Though, enough to tell you that watching this movie is like being forced to eat a monster of a chicken, with all of its bones. And by the way, it's uncooked chicken as well!
The nudity wasn't ugly as usual, it was super ugly, and - further - ruined what could have been the movie's real artistic moment.
With a script like that, I won't evaluate any acting. All what I have to say is that Cillian Murphy, as the title character, seemed all the time worried and goggle-eyed!
By the way, I have a word for the casting: when you a have a character that was played before by gentlemen as charismatic and talented as Brian Dennehy and Paul Newman, don't you cast Matt Damon to play it!
I only liked one of the posters, which pictured the lead standing amongst what looked initially like dusk thick clouds, then after a second you'll perceive that it's nuclear explosion smoke. As if it's not the beginning of a new age; it's the end of the world. It was clever and satisfying, unlike the whole movie!
In terms of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the invention of the atomic bomb, and the Trinity test, I can't say that movies like Day One (1989), or Fat Man and Little Boy (1989) are better than this one. Rather, they are masterpieces compered to it (originally, they are "movies" compered to it!). So it's an insult to them to say that they are better, because considering the case in hand, movies regarded as the worst like The Swarm (1978), Leonard Part 6 (1987), North (1994), and The Last Airbender (2010) are better than Oppenheimer (2023), and bitterly I'm not joking!
I can't imagine anyone, in his sanest mind, liking anything in this massive dud. However, it made almost a billion dollars, and received critical acclaim. Maybe it's the hypnotic publicity, maybe it's the stars' names, maybe it's sheer ignorance, or maybe it's just a different taste. But whatever the reasons why, this movie will go down in history twice; once as one of the worst cinematic biopics, and once more as a proof that the audiences and critics of 2023 had deep and dangerous problem that made them love one of the worst cinematic biopics!
Nolan's Oppenheimer is a frantic hallucinatory teen, who tries to tell a story miserably, that ends up between dotage and annoyance. And it gets on your nerves that that boy finds rich guys to produce his story, and millions of people to love it too. Which reminds me of a line said by Al Pacino in And Justice for All (1979): "Something is really wrong here!"
At one moment of this torture, Einstein appears inexplicably on the doorstep of the title character, so he was his neighbor? He was a ghost? He was a memory? The movie doesn't want to answer, because it thinks itself smart creative, or doesn't care of perfecting anything, or it's - in fact - vain, which thinks itself smart creative, so doesn't care of perfecting anything.