Busy with CGI to hide the emptiness where the emotional core should be. Even the mechanics of getting a man from mere mortal to demigod-in-a-cape are rote.
Disjointed, incohesive, and psychologically ridiculous. And actually repulsive on multiple levels in ways that the first film was not.
Worth a look for Ethan Hawke’s crankily intriguing performance as a writer who places himself in a creative pressure cooker of a situation, but not for much else.
The latest fracas involving the MPAA — the board that rates films for release in the United States — concerns the indie Blue Valentine, which has received an NC-17 rating for its sexual content, which is actually fairly minimal and mostly not terribly, you know, sexy. The film does, however, feature an instance of a man pleasuring a woman orally…