One day it will be 11pm and your husband and best friend will ask you if it is too late to watch a piece of shit movie. It is very important that you say yes to this question and go directly to bed and do not stay up to watch Spreading Ground with them.
This was genuinely so much fun until the filmmaker thought he had earned the right to show rape onscreen. Like…come on now. I can get down with an ultra-low-budget, so-bad-it’s-good piece of dogshit. And I can appreciate a film that includes a rape scene done in a way that is relevant to the narrative or themes. But you cannot have both. Know what you are.
A soulless, watered-down adaptation of a beautiful book. I guess the beauty and depth of this book really does come from its prose as opposed to its plot. I was shocked how closely they stuck to the novel and it still felt so empty. I really don’t wanna harp on this because I understand that it’s difficult to age people up and down in order to tell a story over 53 years but my god, some of the choices in…
Two and a half hour run time and not a single coherent scene. It’s a shame that a film with such a cool concept and a cast this stacked was so thoroughly butchered by incompetent direction and dog shit writing.
