Imagine watching the main character, go up to another character and start berating them with listicles of moments in their lives (you as a viewer have no idea of) while simultaneously being annoyed that they feel compulsed to berate the other character with listicles of their lives. Which are supposed to be all these amazing and quiet moments which a strange person shouldn’t know. So the other character its getting all teary-eyed while the main character’s annoyance resolves into smugness who then cries and screams about all of it. Repeat.
Imagine watching the main character, go up to another character and start berating them with listicles of moments in their lives (you as a viewer have no idea of) while simultaneously being annoyed that they feel compulsed to berate the other character with listicles of their lives. Which are supposed to be all these amazing and quiet moments which a strange person shouldn’t know. So the other character its getting all teary-eyed while the main character’s annoyance resolves into smugness who then cries and screams about all of it. Repeat.
so… “I told you aliens were real” ad infinitum?
Interesting. Critics seem to like it alright.
Critics loved copiumheimer
An overwhelming majority of the general public also liked Oppenheimer, so I think you may just be particularly hard to please.