I don't have enough time to explain all the cringey failures of the writer/director. He thought he made a sci-fi Big Short, with a witty satirical and 'woke' take on politics, the state of the world, social media and polarisation. However, one's attempt to satirise the rich getting richer whilst simultaneously having actors such as (the predatory) Leonardo DiCaprio paid tens of millions of dollars for this film in conjunction with the billion-dollar company Netflix....undermined by a profound lack of self-awareness or conception of the 'real world' these millionaires feel entitled to satirise.
Going along with the world created by McKay, it seems that the entire film's focus is on the character played by DiCaprio; his character is the only one to receive the attention of the filmmakers, his emotional state and developments are intensely observed. Meanwhile, the secondary supposedly 'main character' played by Jennifer Lawrence is neglected completely. Written as a very complex and interesting character who discovered the comet on its way to destroy Earth, viewers don't get to learn much more about her or see her emotional state in the in-depth way they forced to learn about DiCaprio's character. Lawrence's character unexpectedly sleeps with the irrelevant character played by Chalamet (whose presence in the plot makes zero sense) and that's practically all we get from McKay in his 'development' of female characters. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised given this script was written by a man.
Rob Morgan's character is also neglected and ignored by McKay and his team of presumably white rich men. Another very interesting, intelligent character viewers would have liked to learn more about and delve into their emotional state after discovering the terrible fate of the planet. But the entirety of the film's focus is unsurprisingly propped onto DiCaprio's character. Even his 'wife' whom he cheats on and totally neglects is relegated a supporting side-piece character who feels no emotional devastation from her husband's treatment of her and when convenient for the writers and their stupid plot, she allows her husband back into the house for a 'the-world-is-about-to-end' dinner party.
More generally-speaking, the script is BAD. When watching the film, it is so painfully obvious that the dialogue was written by an out-of-touch millionaire from Los Angeles who has been profoundly isolated from the real world and how 'real' working people might behave.
Overall, a stupid movie made out to be more than it is because of the extravagant budget that buttressed it in order to finance the offensively large salaries of the 'celebrities' employed to act in this film. The socially-conscious stance McKay desperately wanted to exhibit is immediately placed into the garbage bin of his Beverly Hills mansion.
Going along with the world created by McKay, it seems that the entire film's focus is on the character played by DiCaprio; his character is the only one to receive the attention of the filmmakers, his emotional state and developments are intensely observed. Meanwhile, the secondary supposedly 'main character' played by Jennifer Lawrence is neglected completely. Written as a very complex and interesting character who discovered the comet on its way to destroy Earth, viewers don't get to learn much more about her or see her emotional state in the in-depth way they forced to learn about DiCaprio's character. Lawrence's character unexpectedly sleeps with the irrelevant character played by Chalamet (whose presence in the plot makes zero sense) and that's practically all we get from McKay in his 'development' of female characters. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised given this script was written by a man.
Rob Morgan's character is also neglected and ignored by McKay and his team of presumably white rich men. Another very interesting, intelligent character viewers would have liked to learn more about and delve into their emotional state after discovering the terrible fate of the planet. But the entirety of the film's focus is unsurprisingly propped onto DiCaprio's character. Even his 'wife' whom he cheats on and totally neglects is relegated a supporting side-piece character who feels no emotional devastation from her husband's treatment of her and when convenient for the writers and their stupid plot, she allows her husband back into the house for a 'the-world-is-about-to-end' dinner party.
More generally-speaking, the script is BAD. When watching the film, it is so painfully obvious that the dialogue was written by an out-of-touch millionaire from Los Angeles who has been profoundly isolated from the real world and how 'real' working people might behave.
Overall, a stupid movie made out to be more than it is because of the extravagant budget that buttressed it in order to finance the offensively large salaries of the 'celebrities' employed to act in this film. The socially-conscious stance McKay desperately wanted to exhibit is immediately placed into the garbage bin of his Beverly Hills mansion.
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