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terrible movie, awful pacing, awful choices. steve carrell (who i'm a fan of) gives seriously one of the worst performances you'll ever see nominated for an oscar. it's really difficult to describe how badly he misfires here. not sure what he was even going for, but the end result is wooden, flat, dead, soulless. at his best, he rises to creepy, but mostly you're just left wondering how a guy can possibly talk and act like this (perhaps like an alien who just landed on earth and is having his speech translated into english in real-time by an advanced computer) and no one around him comments on it.
indefensibly bad performance. i'm absolutely baffled as to what people see in it. i realize people are blown away like morons whenever a funny guy plays a dark role (oh my god he's actually so deep who could have seen this coming what a performance!), but is that all we need now? shouldn't the performance actually deliver something? anything?
the choice to put him in makeup and prosthetics was laughably bad. there's no reason to do that. no one knows what dupont looks like. maybe he actually did have a frosty the snowman nose, but every time i saw it on carrell in profile, it took me way out of the movie.
channing tatum kind of follows suit with a performance that i guess was going for, like, what if bruce banner started turning into the hulk but only made it halfway. at least he showed some emotion at points though. ruffalo steals the show by ACTING LIKE AN ACTUAL HUMAN BEING. nah, he's seriously good here, but carrell and tatum set the bar so low, it's hard not to shine.
as for the movie itself, it's a complete waste of time. the pacing is glacial, motivations are muddled, stakes are non-existent, nothing builds. i guess the real life dupont was a paranoid schizo. you get none of that here. the lack of insight is staggering. it's just like, and then one day he drove over and shot the guy and then the other guy joined the UFC and then the end thanks. seriously on my short list for worst movie of the year. save yourself two hours of life. "i smack clowns with nouns, punch herbs with verbs..."
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