Saturday, February 16, 2008

Nashville sucks!

I just finished watching Robert Altman’s Nashville, forcing myself to sit through the whole thing because he’s a Great Director and this was a declared a Great Masterpiece by all the critics. Well, not by me. I declare it total garbage.
Two hours and forty-five minutes is a long time to sit through a movie, and when the movie is as dull and boring as this one it becomes an ordeal that I can only describe as torture. It’s all endless, pointless, plotless wandering around, closing with an assassination attempt that I suppose was intended to make the preceding nonsense seem somehow Politically or Socially Significant. Well I call bullshit on that!
I know the critics are all in awe of Altman’s subtlety and mastery of technique, of all the clever references and foreshadowings and nuances and callbacks that I’m too much of a clod to get, and that a great Masterpiece like this cannot be grasped in all its manifold greatness in one sitting and that I must watch it again and again to appreciate all it has to offer.
I’m sorry, but clod that I am, there is no power on earth or in heaven that could compel me to waste another three hours of my life on this drivel.
Oh, there was that old lady who worked for the Kennedys – that was a foreshadowing of the big assassination climax, wasn’t it? And David Carradine’s song “I’m Easy” is about a shallow dude, which oh-so-subtly underscores what a shallow dude his character is. Get the picture? Yes, we see… If this is the kind of thing Altmaniacs are impressed by, I remain unconvinced.
And the music is lousy. It’s not even country, except for a few seconds of Vassar Clement’s fiddle. They went all the way to Nashville to shoot on location in the Capital of Country Music and these were the best songs they could get? What a waste.
This movie is so bad it makes me angry. Angry with myself for wasting a whole afternoon watching it when I could have been doing something more fulfilling, like my laundry. Angry at the critics who praised this piece of crap to the skies and persuaded me that it was not just worth seeing, but worth making a point of seeing. Angry that Robert Altman is dead, because I want to track him down and slap him silly for making this nonsense.

1 comment:

Andreas Gisler said...

I totally agree! For years I was looking forward to see this movie but for some reason I never got around to it. Reading the reviews I was expecting a masterwork. When I finally got around to watching the DVD today I was immedeately struck by what I consider to be extremely bad (over)-acting and laughable portraits of 'cool dudes' and 'hot chicks' among the extremely cliched presentation of the country music scene.

In fact I didn't make it past the first 30 minutes, THAT was torture enough and there's no way I would spend almost 3 hours with this drivel. It's boring, stupid and useless.

Listening to some good country music - say Merle Haggard, Johnnie Cash, Dolly Parton or Willie Nelson - will tell you WAY more about thecimpossibility of the American Dream and the Saturday night sin/Sunday morning salvation paradox. Well, it'll tell you about being human much unlike this joke of a movie that isn't even funny.