Tumbles into the lamentable category of what happens when a movie is assembled for no reason other than to make money, and when everyone involved is doing it for the paycheck.
U.S. Release Date: 2019-08-21
MPAA Rating: "R" (Grisly Violence, Gore, Profanity)
Director: Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
Cast: Samara Weaving, Elyse Levesque, Nicky Guadagni, Kristian Bruun, Melanie Scrofano, Andie MacDowell, Henry Czernay, Mark O’Brien, Adam Brody, John Ralston
The film’s low profile makes it one of the summer’s best hidden surprises and it should please those who revel in the horror/comedy genre.
With no real plot and little in the way of character definition, "Playtime" exists as a two-hour exploration of Tati’s thesis about the dehumanizing implications of modern society.
Although competently made and appealing in an exaggerated soap opera-tinged fashion, it fails to make a strong case for its raison d’être.
The movie’s charm comes from its ability to conjure up the innocence of the twilight of childhood; its humor arises from the adult perspective of certain not-so-innocent things.
Although it suffers from an ungainly structure and uneven pacing, the production as a whole is engaging and uplifting.
An effective recipe that's one-third Bruce Springsteen hagiography, one-third kitschy ‘80s recreation, and one-third feel-good father/son coming together.
Anyone with an interest would be advised to wait for this to reach smart phones and tablets where it can be viewed in a medium appropriate to its content and ambitions.
Feels drawn-out, like a film school short that has been stretched beyond its natural length.
An engaging batch of campfire stories told from a fresh perspective, and that’s worth something in the stale world of PG-13 horror.