I think this movie is terrible, honestly, and I love Fassbender and I loved Steve McQueen's last movie (Hunger). It feels like an empty shell of a movie, self-indulgent and overly somber without a hint of emotional or intellectual heft to back up its overwhelming sense of self-importance. It's downright laughable how wrong-headed some of the scenes are (the New York New York sequence, Fassbender's anguished face in the three-way as the overwrought score reaches a crescendo, the lengthy static-shot argument between Mulligan and Fassbender with a black and white cartoon inexplicably playing in the foreground).
I wrote a review of it a while back here, but I defer to the just released Vulture Poll of Worst Films of the Year, which produced the following couple of choice selections I personally found hysterical:
From David Edelstein:
Shame. Watching Carey Mulligan slowly torture “New York, New York” to death, I passed the time writing my Opposite World review: “Mulligan strips away the song’s facile optimism and lays bare her heartbreaking need for affirmation. Devastating!” Most hilarious moment: Michael Fassbender’s silent scream of despair in mid-orgy.
Michael Koresky, Reverse Shot
1. Shame. Steve McQueen’s tale of pursuit-of-sexual-gratification-as-stations-of-the-cross punished its hollow shell of a protagonist (a too-game Michael Fassbender) as much as it flattered its audience by making them feel superior to him. Its acclaim isn’t mind-boggling only because it’s so clearly calibrated — in artful composition, self-serious score — to make you think you’re watching something of import. It’s actually childish, chastising, moralizing drivel so histrionic it has its main character literally wailing on his knees in front of the New York City skyline at the end. Nice dick, though.
Edited by Parker - 4/9/12 at 2:02pm