This is worst of the year, not Cats.

Rating: 1/10 (5 January 2020)

At least Cats tried for humor, they tried for songs, and yeah, they had a shotty plot, but a plot. The comparison is only here because it was called the worst of the year. No. THIS is the worst. This is boring as hell. You thought Cats had no plot? Meet your match. And here, Nobody is likable. Nobody feels. Nobody loves. A bunch of vapid, random people without any intriguing backstory are just doing nothing. Oh look, that guy's supposed to be Bruce Lee (who would never, ever behave like that btw). Oh, he's gone. If they sang songs about themselves and were retouched with weird CGI fur, that would've been an improvement. Every hour or so you get a stupid voiceover narration that's as useful as using Elmer's glue to lay bricks for a house. But shove Pitt, Pacino, DiCaprio and of course Tarantino together and give them whatever run time they want to string together a bunch of subplots, and we nominate them. Oh yeah, I think maybe Charles Manson was there for a hot sec for no reason and Margot Robbie was.. a woman pretending to be...Sharon Tate? Was Sharon Tate? When she "sees" herself in a movie, it's not even her. I get what he was going for at the end, and how the title connects. I get it. But maybe if we were actually watching a movie leading up to that and not just thrown in, it would have gelled. This script was like if an intern who was totally over their job accidentally stapled every script in the slush pile together and left it on Tarantino's desk by accident, and Tarantino, while on 100 drugs, thought, "Brilliant." Singing "Jellicle, jellicle, jellicle, cats Jelllicle ball, jellicle moon" made more freaking sense.