
Sorry about the smog; sorry about the tree; but I do like the unexpected tribute to Close Encounters at the end…
A: The idiot who misframed them won an Oscar!
He had an excellent script, world-class actors–all he had to do was point the camera and shoot…and he couldn’t even handle that.
He lets his actors get upstaged by a fucking wall!
Great job! Let’s give him a trophy!
He fucked up John Adams. He fucked up this movie. Yet somehow the script, the acting, and the story itself were evidently strong enough to survive his ham-handed, “Look at me! I’m directing!” self-conscious self-aggrandizing style to allow him to get an award in their wake.
But, please God, take the camera away from him before he directs again.