Rod Sedgwick’s review published on Letterboxd:
''You're nothing to me until you're everything.''
I am actually astounded at the praise that is being heaped on David O'Russell's latest offering. I expected to be entertained out of my skull, yet I every few minutes I had to give myself a response check to ensure I was keeping up with the messy plot, and if I had a mirror nearby it would reflect that I was stone-faced throughout. The simple fact for me is that I did not expect a:
noun: farce; plural noun: farces
A comic dramatic work using buffoonery and horseplay and typically including crude characterization and ludicrously improbable situations.
I also did not expect a plot that did not engage, a script that was so self-aware delivered by a bunch of actor's that were trying to out-act each other like it was the dance scene from the end of Silver Lining's Playbook. Jennifer Lawrence once again proves she is more capable than pretty much everyone around her, and really seems to make her part work, but Cooper and Bale - FFS! Amy Adams tries her best to make something of the material and certainly has her moments, and when Louis C.K. can be on screen and not make me laugh, then something is wrooooong.
I hate to be so negative, and it's not usually my style, which proves how disappointed I am. I am sorry if you dug this film, but you must have been in on the joke that I was not privy to. And as for those comparisons to Scorsese, don't make me choke on my Cheerios!