The film is at its best when it just focuses on Napoleon being a weird little weirdo, when it goes into more of the actual military stuff it just feels like any other similar biopic.
I'm truly baffled.
Why does it feel like this is Lin Manuel Miranda's fault?
My brain literally could not settle on the visuals, some magical nostalgia but mostly awful? It's a wild thing to look at.
A couple of the songs are good in their own right, but you know you are in trouble when what the best part of your apparent 100th anniversary celebration is the minimalist sketches of classic characters that accompany the end credits.
It may be 01:14am, and I may be drunk, but I mean this sincerely and from the bottom of my heart.
Cinema does not get any more irreverent, more joyous, more camp, more musical, more sexy, more nostalgic, more genius than this.
Send it in to space, pass it on to the forming bacteria on Mars, preserve it at all costs.
Don't dream it, be it.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A collection of real time thoughts:
~ I totes know all about this, I've seen Narcos.
~ Well, season one of Narcos anyway...
~ Damn less that two minutes in and this cinematography is already SICK.
~ Oh shit this is gonna be good.
~ Emily Blunt in uniform makes me feel things.
~ This is not my dream job.
~ INAPPROPRIATE FLIP FLOPS ALERT.
~ The least romantic surprise trip to Mexico ever.
~ Look at all these lads…