Review of High-Rise (2015) by Arrivist — 12 May 2017
Forced to sit through dreadful waste of time. Ben Wheatley seems to be under the impression he's the next Kubrick, like when your friends blow smoke up your ass at a party because you have all the coke and you actually believe it.
This is an exhibition from a filmmaker who clearly cannot grasp basic cinematic grammar. I would rather be violated with a glass mitten than watch this again. The only way a filmmaker could be more self-indulgent would be if he had two cocks and masturbated with both his hands at the same time.
The first 20-minutes of High-Rise is vaguely entertaining, with the remainder being just painful. I usually champion British cinema and would love to excuse this recent addition; but I'm afraid its simply a badly edited, poorly adapted, incoherent mess.
Read the book if you must, but save yourself a headache and skip this one.
This review of High-Rise (2015) was written by Arrivist on 12 May 2017.
High-Rise has generally received mixed reviews.
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