Everyone Already Hates The Goldfinch

IndieWire gave the movie a D+ and called it “a lifeless film that doesn’t consist of scenes so much as it does an awkward jumble of other, smaller problems stacked on top of each other like kids inside a trench coat.”

Collider’s review of the film (which got an F) was similarly ungenerous, describing it as a “vapid prestige picture” and a “cold, heartless, sterile look at survivor’s guilt in the face of senseless tragedy.” The critic, Matt Goldberg, then suggests the movie should go the way of Antiques Roadshow.

The BBC was gentler but said the film was “too emotionally muted for its own good, and The Hollywood Reporter called it “a disappointing adaptation of a great book,” adding that, “the immaculately chosen cast has done its job as best they could.”

The bar is low.

I appreciate the use of Perfume Genius’s “Otherside” in the Goldfinch trailer, so maybe the soundtrack is at least decent? Anyway, a bunch of bad reviews from critics is usually more than enough to inspire me to actually watch a movie.