I guess the insightful aspects of a film like poker face are largely lost on the current impatient and deplorably shallow generation of film audiences.
It's not a great film by any means, but neither is it a mediocre film.
The last wishes of a wealthy, beneficent man for his family and close friends should be a subject that would interest all thoughtful humans. But, alas, it's not so. The righting of wrongs and the setting of wayward feet back on the path to wholeness seems also to have limited appeal.
For this self absorbed, foolish generation, so obsessed with affirming delusions that are merely the products of their own perverse imaginations, objective human reality holds little interest. Only ever greater excitement and perverse thrills holds any fascination for these jaded and perversely self-mutilated souls.
We can only pity such creatures, for their fate is much worse than a man with a terminal physical illness; theirs is a terminal illness of the spirit!
It's not a great film by any means, but neither is it a mediocre film.
The last wishes of a wealthy, beneficent man for his family and close friends should be a subject that would interest all thoughtful humans. But, alas, it's not so. The righting of wrongs and the setting of wayward feet back on the path to wholeness seems also to have limited appeal.
For this self absorbed, foolish generation, so obsessed with affirming delusions that are merely the products of their own perverse imaginations, objective human reality holds little interest. Only ever greater excitement and perverse thrills holds any fascination for these jaded and perversely self-mutilated souls.
We can only pity such creatures, for their fate is much worse than a man with a terminal physical illness; theirs is a terminal illness of the spirit!