MrSelfPaid
Joined Feb 2012
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What on Earth is going on with Hollywood productions these days?
There was a time-not long ago-when we could count on getting 24 solid episodes per season, year after year, and somehow, those shows managed to maintain consistent quality, tight pacing, and genuinely compelling storytelling. The characters were developed. The arcs made sense. The audience was respected.
Fast forward to now, and it feels like we're being taken for fools. We wait two full years-yes, two years-just to be handed a measly seven episodes, most of which feel like afterthoughts. The storytelling is thin, the acting uninspired, the visual effects shockingly subpar, and the emotional impact almost nonexistent. If this is what a multi-million-dollar budget produces, it's hard not to feel insulted.
What the hell is going on? Have studios forgotten what it means to build a series that earns its audience? It's like they're too distracted chasing cinematic aesthetics and award-bait moments, and they've completely lost touch with what makes a series memorable and worth the investment of our time.
Frankly, The Last of Us Season 2 finale is a prime example of this downward spiral-a once-promising show reduced to rushed arcs, lazy execution, and a total lack of payoff. It's disappointing, and frankly, unacceptable.
There was a time-not long ago-when we could count on getting 24 solid episodes per season, year after year, and somehow, those shows managed to maintain consistent quality, tight pacing, and genuinely compelling storytelling. The characters were developed. The arcs made sense. The audience was respected.
Fast forward to now, and it feels like we're being taken for fools. We wait two full years-yes, two years-just to be handed a measly seven episodes, most of which feel like afterthoughts. The storytelling is thin, the acting uninspired, the visual effects shockingly subpar, and the emotional impact almost nonexistent. If this is what a multi-million-dollar budget produces, it's hard not to feel insulted.
What the hell is going on? Have studios forgotten what it means to build a series that earns its audience? It's like they're too distracted chasing cinematic aesthetics and award-bait moments, and they've completely lost touch with what makes a series memorable and worth the investment of our time.
Frankly, The Last of Us Season 2 finale is a prime example of this downward spiral-a once-promising show reduced to rushed arcs, lazy execution, and a total lack of payoff. It's disappointing, and frankly, unacceptable.
This has to be one of the most disappointing films I've seen from a great director in quite some time. If someone had told me that the same mind behind 'Parasite' was responsible for this movie, I would have genuinely questioned their sanity. It's baffling how a filmmaker known for such a masterful blend of tone, tension, and social commentary could have crafted something so directionless and incoherent.
The film suffers from a profound identity crisis. It doesn't seem to know what genre it belongs to or what story it's trying to tell. One moment it flirts with satire, the next it leans into melodrama, only to abruptly shift into surreal absurdity - and not in a way that feels intentional or earned. There's no cohesive tone, no emotional through-line, and certainly no satisfying payoff.
It feels like the work of someone who's trying too hard to be profound while forgetting the basics of storytelling. The characters are thinly drawn, the dialogue borders on self-parody, and the pacing is a slog. Overall, it's a confused mess that lacks the brilliance and focus we've come to expect from a director of this caliber.
The film suffers from a profound identity crisis. It doesn't seem to know what genre it belongs to or what story it's trying to tell. One moment it flirts with satire, the next it leans into melodrama, only to abruptly shift into surreal absurdity - and not in a way that feels intentional or earned. There's no cohesive tone, no emotional through-line, and certainly no satisfying payoff.
It feels like the work of someone who's trying too hard to be profound while forgetting the basics of storytelling. The characters are thinly drawn, the dialogue borders on self-parody, and the pacing is a slog. Overall, it's a confused mess that lacks the brilliance and focus we've come to expect from a director of this caliber.
