When I see 95% on the Tomatometer anymore, I know it’s going to be a long, drawn out, boring film with bad tempered, self-absorbed leads. Such is the way with Power of the Dog and The Lost Daughter. Movies are supposed to entertain and be thought-provoking, not grueling melanges conjured up by self-indulgent Directors. These movies are not art; they are artifice.
The women in POTD and TLD rarely change their dour expressions throughout the entire movie; yet this is praised by the critics as deep and profound performances. Hogwash.
When I see a film and I know I’m being used and abused by the Director and the writer, I am ever so grateful for the fast-forward button on my controller.
One hint: don’t watch if you have a deep-seated fear of pinecones. ;-)