Tell me what's wrong in this picture. The genre definition for this movie is: Biography, Drama and Romance. You can well imagine, you should be able to guess what's wrong there. I don't really review dramatic romantic biographies. Thanks, boxset.
F. Scott Fitzgerald is suffering from writers block while hanging out with his wife on a trip. He is also a pompous asshole and a self absorbed douchebag in the film. He suddenly gets inspired by his wife, who is apparently a total bitch. He thus begins to write the story "The Last of the Belles". And we transition to follow his short story he's writing.
In The Last of the Belles, Susan Sarandon plays Ailie Calhoun, a simple small town girl with dreams of something bigger. She is the object of intense attraction by about everyone in town, and suitor after suitor seems to become infatuated with her. Sarandon does a good job, and desperately tries to sell the role and carry the film, but goddamn this film was just so BORING.
I got through a lot of this in one night, and at some point realized I was an hour into it and still had a soul-crushing 38 minutes left of the thing. I turned it the fuck off and finished it last night while I sipped rum and drew my comic book I'm drawing. I left the room a few times without pausing this movie. I'm 1000% certain I didn't miss a thing.
It's just not what I'm looking for. Sorry, bro. It's romantic, it's well acted, it probably makes sense, but it was dull, it was long, and I didn't care at all. The little intro and outro with F. Scott aren't even good, they barely are different at all in fact. So... That said, I was considering giving it zero stars, and you know what fuck it, why change that?
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