Don't Look Up

Don't Look Up is a mirror reflecting the consumerism that surrounds us all today — original, unique, and likely to be a telling piece of commentary for years to come. It's also a classic Oscar contender, packed with a star-studded cast all vying for at least a nomination. Leo is probably the most tolerable, while the rest of the cast comes off as grating — except for Jonah Hill, who seems to effortlessly embody his role’s arrogance. I appreciate the clever concept and sharp, though not always funny, satire. The ending is arguably the funniest part, and if anyone deserves an award, it’s Mark Rylance. (12/30/2021)

The worst thing is that in a world where populists rule politically, where even infotainment is no longer enough for the media but pure entertainment, where much of the real power is held by unaccountable tech giants headed by eccentric megalomaniac billionaires, where social media trends set the agenda, where likable bullshit carries more weight than fact-based opinion, a doom-comet could very well end up exactly like this. Scary, true, and funny at the same time. (12/25/2021)

I've been thinking for the past two years that making a satire must be pretty hard when reality keeps overtaking it. But Don't Look Up manages very tastefully to poke fun at our times, no matter what we apply it to on the list of what's happening now. It's probably obvious to anyone who's read the cast that the acting is going to be okay at the very least. I downright needed DiCaprio's "dry" role, and I even liked all the women around him a bit more than usual. For me, it's one of those movies that downright makes you feel better and you're happy to give something five stars after a string of fours because finally there's no BUT. (03/20/2022)

Is this a brilliant satire that affects a sensitive point? Nope. Rather, it’s a very dry affair that fails in all disciplines. It strikes out in all directions indiscriminately and sometimes hits something rather unintentionally. That humanity is, at its core, a bunch of greedy assholes driven by the lust for riches and the desire to be better off than our neighbor is nothing new. Yet the film shouts it out to the world with the smiling naivety of young teenagers who want to save the world with a banner in one hand and a cobblestone in the other. Maybe these old-fashioned thought "overlaps" are enough for some people, but if I’ve got the laziest dramaturgy, I'm damn well taking the opportunity to be really clever and, above all, funny. This collection of caricatures without a single full-blooded character just travels around America, decrying concentrates of media outpourings, billionaire complexes, and political clownery, where it's fine to look for all the real-life foreshadowing, but absolutely no one is standing on their own two feet. It's like the jokes my fourth graders sometimes tell me at school: it has a confusing beginning, everything gets repeated about four times, and by the punchline, you have to help it or it's never going to end. This simply lacks effort and cuteness. The condescending smile is nowhere to be found. Middle finger up. (02/20/2022)

I liked you, Adam. Your sarcasm, your snappy dialogue, your discomfort, your sense of deranged characters. This is like Roland Emmerich trying to be very clever and insightful. Everything is hollow, the timing is off, and the ironic jabs are very off indeed. I understand that it's part of the general annoyance at the state of the world, but it actually reflects much less of it than it seems. It's kind of a scented bubble. With a fart inside. (12/29/2021)