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Ridley ScottScreenplay:
David ScarpaCinematography:
Dariusz WolskiComposer:
Daniel PembertonCast:
Michelle Williams, Mark Wahlberg, Charlie Plummer, Christopher Plummer, Timothy Hutton, Romain Duris, Andrew Buchan, Olivia Grant, Marco Leonardi (more)VOD (3)
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All The Money In The World follows the kidnapping of 16-year-old John Paul Getty III (Charlie Plummer) and the desperate attempt by his devoted mother Gail (Michelle Williams) to convince his billionaire grandfather (Christopher Plummer) to pay the ransom. When Getty Sr. refuses, Gail attempts to sway him as her son’s captors become increasingly volatile and brutal. With her son’s life in the balance, Gail and Getty Sr.’s advisor (Mark Wahlberg) become unlikely allies in the race against time that ultimately reveals the true and lasting value of love over money. (Sony Pictures Home Entertainment)
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I expected bigger and more spectacular from Ridley Scott. This is a purely conversational and boring drama that is fine in its own way and informs the viewer about an interesting event that I had no idea about, but it delivers it in such a terribly drawn out way that I had a hard time finishing it. The story itself is good, but it's fit for a five-minute report and not for a 130-minute running time on Netflix, because not much happens, it's overwritten and the only scene that's entertaining is served up by Scott, when the kidnappers "run out of patience", and then at the very end, where it all kind of comes to a finale, but otherwise it's an incredibly talky and empty drama, in which even Mark Wahlberg doesn't have much to do. ..
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How come no one filmed this before? This well-written drama directed with Ridley Scott’s traditional elegance is first and foremost a delicate satire of the spiritually bankrupt moneybags Getty, who was driven by his lust for wealth. The grotesqueness of his character makes him a bigger villain than the Italian kidnappers; he is even reminiscent of the Daniel Day-Lewis’s character from There Will Be Blood. Whatever Kevin Spacey was like in his role, Ridley’s original intention to cast Christopher Plummer was a good choice, as the veteran actor is phenomenal with his facial expressions and gestures. The secondary storyline, which actually takes up more of the runtime, is a thriller dominated by Getty’s counterpoint — the desperate but strong mother of the kidnapped portrayed by the excellent Michelle Williams. Hitchcock would be pleased with her hairstyle and frightened expression. Wahlberg, the film’s highest-paid actor, was just a makeweight. The less you know about the real story, the more you enjoy the movie.
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A retro story shot in a retro way. The tempo is therefore definitely slower than in other contemporary or newer films, and yet the story is interesting and the atmosphere suitably weighty. We can only imagine how Kevin Spacey would have acted (I looked forward to seeing him because I really like masks), and there is nothing left but to acknowledge or cheer over Christopher Plummer's performance. His Getty may not have gotten much space, but still he is so distinctive in every second that he is the most important character, whatever the intention of the creators was. Ridley Scott has still got it, and I consider this film almost full-blown compensation for The Counselor.
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I didn't believe in it too much, but in the end I'm surprised how much I enjoyed the film. Ridley Scott's direction is slick and precise, Mark Wahlberg is classically good and Charlie Plummer was solid, though I think Kevin Spacey would have been better. Quite suspenseful towards the end and there was a twist, so I'm satisfied. 70%
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What fascinated me most about the film were the instructions on how to live a life of wealth. Well, I’ve always washed my laundry myself, so I guess the problem is the missing phone booth. On the one hand, the film got me interested (retro vibe, a stingy grandpa, a story based on true events that forced me to do some googling). On the other hand, I must admit that I didn't care much for the fates of the people involved and the filmmakers somehow failed to get under my skin.
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