Dalíland isn’t your typical biopic where the viewer walks away with specific details about the subject’s life and career – in this case, artist Salvador Dalí (played splendidly by Sir Ben Kingsley). Although there are biographical scenes in Mary Harron’s movie, it boils down to a story about ego and how other people react to it. In that respect, it kind of works on a similar frequency as Harron’s American Psycho, except far less bloody…
Not very often do audiences receive a biopic as pointless and embarrassing as Creation Stories. Then again, the filmmaker could still benefit from a turkey like this. If they believe their biopic holds valuable nostalgia or fan service, ham-fisted qualities can be forgiven by movie goers, allowing the movie to even win Oscars. It worked for Bohemian Rhapsody.
Reviewing movies can be such a subjective experience. Sure, I’m writing about my feelings towards the film and how it affected me, but I also have to keep in mind that an audience – completely different to myself – may engage with it more.
For as rambunctious as Future World is, it’s awfully dull. This disappointing joint effort comes from directors Bruce Thierry Cheung and James Franco, although considering how successful Franco has been as a director, I wonder if he was hired to guide Cheung. Nonetheless, both filmmakers fail at establishing this tattered reality, which falls somewhere between a hellscape and a subsisting rebirth. The survivors also seem to be an uneven mix of copied characters from other movies.
Burr Steers’ Pride and Prejudice and Zombies arrives at an awkward time for horror mash-ups.
