this is what toronto does to the average brain
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
from what i can gather, the way the book plays out, with all central characters but the couple dead and the fate of the rest of the world left pointedly uncertain, conforms to a kind of juvenile nihilism that young cinephiles seem to gravitate toward nowadays.* shyamalan’s reconfiguration — which will inevitably be compared to the test-screening-mandated wrap-up in old, and thus characterized (even by his co-writers) as a capitulation to the sensibilities of a mass (or in the case…
(finished the book like ten minutes before the screening started, which made things… interesting…)
here’s the thing about delillo dialogue: it relies completely on the lack of concrete inflection or specifics of delivery—words that are inert or robotic or detached on the page make sense when our inner voice processes them because each one can take on a hundred tones, shapes, and meanings simultaneously. the trouble with applying this dialogue directly to the screen—which baumbach does here in his shockingly…