The native crust of Benjamin Button

every the shelters! Benjamin Button has been released off DVD, and is poised to make new victims! Those who refuse suffered these two hours and forty-five of boredom sticky know what I'm talking about, then it is those who are about to be lured to the shelves of the video that I address Fnac.
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I feel that you are motionless hesitating. Maybe Fight Club, uneven David Fincher is your favorite movie. Maybe Brad Pitt is your idol. Maybe you think Cate Blanchett is the greatest actress of today. Maybe. But a scab is a scab, and Benjamin Button is a monumental crust. Leave me a chance to convince you, for your own salvation.
It is false that it is strange that Benjamin Button, who is born young and stunted while perpetually rejuvenate. native because despite the madness of nature, his life is little extraordinary. Brought down in a retirement home by an adoptive mom with good small yard. Encountering along the way whatever characters gently eccentric. hate all his life in the same good (and nice) dancer. And that's about it.
The middle point of this extravagant tale is rather attractive, but given the unfinished product, one wonders what has curious the writer Eric Roth and David Fincher in this new F. Scott Fitzgerald. The second there seems to have lost a middle point for even more than a rehash of his dripping good Forrest Gump: even passive hero who through his life without of all time really change, uneven unbearable squeamishness in dealing with the egg-producing character (the voracity sexual heroin is pointing the finger as a neurosis), even a leitmotif alarming fullness: "You never know what is going to ascent over." (Not? actually? ) Too idle to self plagiarize, Roth forgot one detail: treat his subject.
Determined to resolve every possible angles thematic history, Roth surpasses himself in the third act. Rather than avoid the problems of an old Benjamin in a child's body, which could sit down, for example, the issue of sexual desire in a antheral prisoner of a prepubescent body, but also the dramatic and cerebral knot the least interesting of the film, Roth made the choice to decide the throat of his own concept. In deciding to afflict Benjamin of senile dementia at the signs of children, thus strip the memories of his past life, he makes his old woman old children like each different, virgin, without history, wiping his tragedy, trivialize its history, and making obsolete what has preceded.
David Fincher, meanwhile, seems to refuse concerned the technical challenge posed by the aging / rejuvenation of its characters. Impressive indeed, this parade of sleights of visuals, though not ever successful: the facelift digital Cate Blanchett to twenty years is more than flippant than anything else, his new man makeup rather ridiculous, so it is wonder if so little attention unpaid to the impact of age was quite necessary. Rather than being at the disservice of story, visual effects indeed eventually be the sole engine. Especially as Fincher, at difficulty in the urban world and glazed, quickly reveals that he had nary shadow of a fiber-fiction, and despite his unusual formal virtuosity, he has nary unkind of 'instinct for what a Burton or Gilliam can make in their sleep: the story fantastic. For Benjamin Button, despite its apparent opulence, poorness is a total visual. Indeed, the future never video clip of Fincher was also apparent that in this film aesthetics advertising, filmed flush daisies of the imagination, aligning cliché connected cliché: the lovemaking to the sauce Levi's, the trip to India a pub for Basmati rice, the expiry of the father at sunrise connected a pier uninterrupted out of a campaign for funeral insurance.
Fincher, one filmmaker has seen hitting, object on the surface of its history, its characters, his film as a fractional. uneven Tilda Swinton, ultimate goddess of the strange, hard to give a big uniqueness to his character. Ie. This unreceptive disembodied, obsessively smooth the inside as the inside, is a unkind of Madame Tussaud film: it wants to look like, but it lacks the essential life.