Bland. Boring. Bad

Rating: Null/10 (27 July 2018)

I came to this film because it's within Prime.
I like the actors, let's watch it.
I avoid all trailers, I come to each film with an open mind.
It has to work by itself, not need introduction or prior knowledge about its content or meaning.
I do not care what this was 'supposed' to be.
It was definitely not for me. You know, I love love love Albert Camus' Myth of Sisyphus and quote 'we have to imagine Sisyphus as a happy person' a lot. It makes sense to me.
No happiness here, anywhere. Not intended, I know. Just craziness. I'm finding out reading the reviews that Bardem was supposed to be god and Lawrence mother earth. Makes even less sense like that. Or it is about the creative process. I am a writer and crafter and thinker, geez am I glad that whatever is portrayed in this movie has no connection to my production processes. Or it's about inside/outside worlds of an artist and his/her 'baby' (one of my random takes on it), sadly so far out that I didn't care. Like, at all. I almost fell asleep, was horribly annoyed at everybody, got reminded why I dislike modern theatre, and couldn't find anything redeeming about this insult to my heart, mind, senses.
Okay, he wanted to make this film. He did. I sadly fell into the actors' names trap. Fool me once. No second time definitely.