Thank goodness I am not alone

Rating: 1/10 (10 December 2015)

Alone, I mean, in loathing this film. I saw it not long ago thanks to Lovefilm and I have been wondering ever since how on earth it could have been deemed worthy of all those awards and also wondering how my weak penmanship could possibly convey to you how dreadful the film is. I finally pluck up courage to look at the reviews of people like me who think films should entertain, even if being a little didactic at times (i.e. user reviews, not critics' reviews), expecting to be sharply put in my place as an ignorant and uncultured yob, but -- lo and behold! -- I am heartened beyond measure to find masses of one star reviews, which say exactly what I would have striven to say, only far, far better than I could manage. Apart from well deserved epithets, such as boring, pretentious, overcooked, nonsensical, I would for my part add 'dangerously unhealthy', because the incessant high-pitched rapid jabber of the meaningless dia- or mono-logue, together with the horrid drummy non- music soundtrack, gave me a really unpleasant headache.Like others, I continued watching because I thought it could only get better, certainly not worse. How wrong I was! I will not condescend further to detailed examination: I would advice anyone interested to read the excellent one-star reviews by other reviewers, better than which I cannot do. For me, it is really a matter of -- with apologies to Robert Browning -- 'How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways'.