I hated Oppenheimer with every cell in my body. It’s a love story to bosses everywhere, and is so thematically contradictory at every step that it had to bend over backwards to insist on its thesis. I mean, “American Prometheus” my ass. Prometheus stole the fire, he didn’t turn it into weapons. So that title would belong to the team that originally split the atom, Cockcroft and Walton at the Cambridge laboratory.
The movie had to continually struggle with the facts of history, that the creation of the atom bomb was a community effort, so that it could feebly attempt to prop up its patently ridiculous “Great Man” myth. And of course Nolan loves the idea of the Great Man. His movies are “Christopher Nolan” movies after all, despite being built by literally hundreds of people. Plus the third act is just a meandering, boring mess. And he can’t write dialogue. Or women who are anything other than simps who stand in the background and admire their male counterparts for the “brilliant and amazing geniuses” that they are. I wonder why he likes to do that in all his movies so much.
His movies are a real batch of “emperor’s new clothes” situations. Marketed as smart movies for smart people, I’m convinced nobody is willing to point out how awful they are because they don’t want to appear not smart. But they are bad, needlessly complicated, overly budgeted wastes of time that exist only to present one or two interesting set pieces and of course stroke Nolan’s own ego. Hate is a strong word, but not strong enough to express my distaste for Nolan’s work.
-100/10