Review of The End of the Tour (2015) by Joekaz — 05 Nov 2016

I could write about 1,000 words on why this film fell flaccidly short of my expectations. I know some writers are 'regular' guys - but Wallace wasn't. I've seen enough of him on Charlie Rose, etc. The movie inexplicably ignored a 'dive' into the mind that wrote the epic Infinite Jest.

There's a story about why the book is so big. It's tangential thought. Never discussed. Nor was depression addressed in a smart, or any, way. Both of these true, rich subjects were replaced by talk of women and flirting.

Maybe Bret Easton Ellis likes to churn out books to get laid - but I can't, nor refuse to, believe DFW devoted as much of his brain's capacity to such primal, juvenile longings. Before I close, my score is not what it is because I don't care about Wallace and his meandering mind.

My score reflects my disappointment for a wasted opportunity. Maybe this film should have been called "Finite Jest." < that's not even funny - but a reminded that EVEN the movies title is as lazy as the movie is.

My rating point is strictly is earned only because there is now a film about DFW. Consider it a participation trophy.