I'm just going to keep talking to myself about movies here.
Last night, Before the Devil Knows You're Dead. I recognize that it was well done, that the acting was good, that blah blah blah. But it left me cold. When it was done, all I could think was, "What was the point?" Now, why this movie would seem less pointful than the others I've watched recently, I don't know, but it did. Maybe it was that it tried so hard to be unrelenting and dismal. Maybe it was--unfairly--because I was a bit tired of movies stuffed full with time switches and changing POVs. Maybe it was because we never find out what Hank's comeuppance is--or does he simply flail off into the distance with his duffel bag full of drugs and money (I know he left some cash for the sister, but he didn't give her all of it), and, if so, why doesn't he merit retribution? Who knows. Maybe I just watched too many movies yesterday.