Don't Call me at All, Actually

Rating: 1/10 (14 February 2020)

The much vaunted Master Timothee Chalamet reminds one of the young Laurence Olivier. The latter pranced about in tights pretending to be Hamlet, and the former uses his rather weird looks as a substitute for acting. All the hype about Chalamet is beyond my comprehension..."he uses his expressive face and angular physicality...blah blah blah..." various self conscious and fawning critics remark, equating looks to acting prowess. He can't help his face and physique, he inherited them from his parents combined DNA...and Jessica Chastain has red hair, so what's that got to do with the price of fish in China?
Chalamet has a super annoying screen presence and the movie is a sub par semi-arthouse wishy washy product. Unconvincing boring characters and story, talking heads instead of some action, and Armie Hammer is just the pitts. He can't act his way out of a paper bag. Nominated for an Oscar? Yeah, right! I wonder how much that nomination cost the distributor to buy.