There Will Be Boredeom

I caught There Will be Blood last night with a couple of friends. I'm proud to say I hated it more than my movie-reviewing pal. It was deficient in plot, motivation, conflict, message, and purpose. But what it lacked in quality it more than made up for in quantity! One hundred fifty-eight minutes! I really hated the portentous (and pretentious) music that always, always built up to...nothing.

As for DD Lewis's oscar-winning performance, it was admirable, but his character was so opaque that I found it hard to be interested. The whole movie can be summed up in one of his lines: "I don't like to explain myself."

As an aside, Hollywood can't get revivalist-style preachers right. The pastor of "The Church of the Third Revelation" in this movie seemed to be reprising Robert Mitchum's phony performance in The Night of the Hunter.