Monday, January 5, 2015


     Sometimes it’s best to go to a movie without reading a review or listening to anyone who’s seen it describe it. Previews by people whose tastes don’t match your own or whose perspective is colored by age, social class or cereal choice can often be biased or just plain lame.

     Last night’s film choice, Big Eyes, was no competition for recent box office winners like The Theory of Everything, The Imitation Game, Unbroken or Birdman--all outstanding. Big Eyes was, however, as the others, was based on a true story. It is a story of a female artist’s career that was hijacked by her greedy, narcissistic husband who claimed her work as his own. Now if you’re an artist, you may have choked on your popcorn watching the fraudulent saga unfold. If you’re a liberated woman, you may have walked out outraged at the weak, complicit behavior of the artist herself. If you were a film buff, you might have gone along with the plot until it got to the courtroom scene. 

     At this point, the artist, Margaret Keane (Amy Adams) has sued her husband for slander, and the two of them spar before the jury and a totally unrealistic, incredible judge. Christopher Waltz was cast perfectly as the ingenious malevolent money-hungry entrepreneur until he launches into a slapstick comedy routine playing both defense attorney and defendant. I was plucked right out of the story as he pranced around the courtroom to an almost soft-shoe routine. Are you effen kiddin’ me? 

     The viewer gets on and off an emotional roller coaster from the first scene, but by the time the ride is almost over, he is screaming to get off--never really experiencing the thrill. It seems we get almost to the crest, and then we roll backwards in slow motion before starting up again. My “big eyes” were nearly shut by the time the film came to a rickety close.

P.S.  The opinion above is not necessarily shared by Mr. Wonderful who also liked 
The Three Stooges.