Review of F for Fake (1973) by Matt R — 28 Sep 2011
I don't think the film essay speaks to me, or maybe that's the problem, all it does is speak to me. What could have been an interesting musing on the highly constructed nature of modern art forms felt more like an hour and a half of that fat guy from those wine commercials carrying on about something I neither cared about nor really cared to care about. Actually, that's not entirely true, on two counts. Firstly, the subject matter was actually rather interesting. Secondly, it didn't feel like an hour and a half so much as a week, or a year, or a year and a day.
It just wasn't told properly, every time it started to build on itself it was derailed by an indulgent monologue that lent itself well to baritone.
On the bright side, that Zagrebian chick was hot. Huh, that's the third time I've said that today.
How could things get worse, well let's see, you could:
Be that guy who contracted AIDs from that monkey, try explaining that one to your wife.
Be that monkey who gave that guy AIDs, try explaining that one to your monkey wife.
Be burned alive as a sacrifice to the sun god because you've never had sex, that's the definition of a double whammy.
This review of F for Fake (1973) was written by Matt R on 28 Sep 2011.
F for Fake has generally received very positive reviews.
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