In terms of cast, it has to be said that Gary Oldman looks nothing like Herman Mankiewicz. The olde visuals seem to be the main reason to watch this film, and its this smokey, shadowy, cigarette-burnt, ’40s aesthetic that’s the film’s only positive. The fact that a film about a writer (which intermittently includes script elements) isn’t particularly well written is ironic to say the least. This is basically another love letter to Hollywood’s “great” past like Quentin Tarantino‘s similarly critically overrated shite-fest OUATIH. It's a black and white ode to a period of time that only a select few give a toss about; it’s made for film students, cinephiles, and pompous critics.
片头看到一个熟悉的名字摄影指导竟然是我在UCSD时教我拍16mm胶片电影的法国老师于是我默默地记下了每个hair in the gate没清理的镜头和每个觉得灯光有问题的镜头除此之外银幕时间的控制一定是影响到了蔡明亮琐碎的、无聊的、孤独的、失去意义的日常生活让这部电影不仅仅是女权主义的电影而已最后那一刺的表现力还不够