My mom and I usually see a movie on Christmas day and this year we compromised on The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons, which appeared to be the least objectionable movie playing at Ward. I'm not gonna say the movie was bad, but it would have helped if the quality of the movie was proportionate to the length of the movie. Three hours was excessive and completely unnecessary.
Buttons, to me, came across as a lesser version of Big Fish. I got the sense that it was trying to evoke the same feel-good "such is the circle of life" kinda ending. It had the opposite effect on me. By the end of the film I was thinking why doesn't Brad Pitt turn back into a baby and die already. Which then made me feel guilty. Generally, I don't like to leave the theater feeling like a crappy person.
Brad Pitt, Ewan McGregor you are not. In hindsight I wish we had skipped Buttons and maybe stayed home and watched Shallow Grave. On old McGregor movie that I have not seen in years but remember being really good. At the very least I could have paused the movie and taken a nap before the second half.
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