Subtitle: Wurst-review: Oppenheimer
Would you believe, dear wurst-reader, I bought the movie Oppenheimer, like, almost a year ago and finally gave it look last night? What took so long? Not sure. But. Perhaps. Maybe. I’m going through a kind of Christoper Nolan wurst-phase? You know, on account, I’ve watched a series of Nolan films in the past few months. First. I binged the Dark Knight series which kinda changed my mind about what I considered the wurst Batman ever. For. Don’t you know. Over the years I’ve watched Nolan’s Batman, albeit not in-sync, since release. With that in mind, I still don’t like Christian Bale as Batman but the movies are pretty good–except for being so dark. I think. Ok. Scratch that. Then, after reading Kip Thorne’s book, I rewatched Interstellar (like three times). See my previous wurst-post. After a couple of weeks of wurst-contemplation, I finally got around to Oppenheimer. In short. The movie is VERY so-so. And I can’t understand why there’s any hype about this Nolan fellow.
The reasons it took me so long to watch the movie Oppenheimer is most likely two fold. First. The Manhattan project is nothing new to me. I’ve read a few books about it and seen a few movies about it through my long, wurst-life. Is The Manhattan Project a story worth dramatising? I’m not convinced it is. Then again. To his credit, that’s not what Nolan did. Second. I’ve always considered Oppenheimer (the man) as part of the/a sub-plot of the/a story about the Manhattan Project. Obviously this movie isn’t about the Manhattan Project. Maybe it should have been.
So let me cut to the chase. The only character and storyline of this movie that interested me from three long hours of over-kill is Florence Pugh and the missed chance to explain to #Americants (of today) why/how the communist party and/or communism had a minor strong hold on parts of society before, during, and after World War 1 & 2. The rest of the movie and cast… What’s the best word here? OVERKILL. No. Wait. There’s another word. BORING.
And while I’m at it. For the wurst-life of me, other than, maybe, Ford v. Ferrari, I don’t understand how Matt Damon is in movies. The man is the same person/character in everything movie I see with him in it. Also. How the fcuk did Robert Downey Jr. land his role as Admiral Strauss? No matter how much makeup he wears, no matter how old they make him, I guess I’m the only one who sees nothing else but Tony Stark every second he’s on the screen. Take all your money and run, Robert!
The only way this movie could have been good–according to wurst-writer, of course–is if there were more focus on the communism thing. And so. Here’s where Nolan failed. Does the book this film is based on cover the communism thing better? I have no idear on account I feel no compulsion to read it. The thing is, dear wurst-reader, #Americant is so obsessed with propagandising anti-communism that no one knows what it actually is. But the people in Oppenheimer’s day–they knew all about it. And that’s what this film squandered. And so. Listen to all the MAGA $hitheads spewing communist-here and communist-there. Make sure you get that communist pig and wipe the floor with his entrails. As if any of these turd blossoms and/or Trump faecal matter have read a sentence written by Karl Marx. And so. So. Blame the blamers. As only #Americant can, baby. And while you’re at it, explode things so that movie screens are shinny and glittery and everything sparkles like Disney World exploding.
Rant on.
-T
wurstwriter 