Tenet ★★

Haven't I been here before?

Where the fuck do I start with this, my--my BRAIN's too wrinkled for this shit, man.

I don't need to do a basic set-up for Tenet because, well, the excited discourse of its promotion was inescapable, and any attempt to spoil it once it came out usually earned people a trip to the firing squad. Rumors floated around that it was going to be Christopher Nolan's six-hour masterpiece even though 70mm IMAX prints barely run over two-and-a-half hours, and once COVID turned the world into the hellfuck nightmare it still is it was this film that was proposed to save cinema, delayed three times in order for Nolan to satisfy his need to have his movies be seen in the theaters despite the legitimate risk in having fans venture into theaters that aren't the spitting image of healthy/sanitary even in normal circumstances. Warner Bros put a lot of faith in their golden boy, but the film that tried to save theaters only cost the studio $100 million and the hopes that maybe profits from physical/streaming sales would cover the damage. Even still I can somewhat understand why Nolan felt this was something you had to see in theaters instead of rinky-dink TVs (even if he had to sound like a short-sighted dum-dum in doing so), since we're now dealing with all of his traits at his most unrestrained, and because of that this film at times feels like it amplifies the good parts of Nolan's usual fare while also amplifying the fuck out of the bad parts in those same films.

So, good? Yeah, let's start with good.

The entropy gimmick, as heady and...convoluted as shit as it is, genuinely elevates the film at points, giving new perspectives on action scenes we've seen in the usual type twisty/turny plot directions Nolan usually strings us along with, and whenever it becomes the focal point the film really picks up (most of the time). This is also helped with a lot of the large-scale action sequences succeeding in being the tense boilerplate sequences they are (mostly thanks to how aggressive everything sounds, more on that next paragraph), and Nolan has improved a lot in terms of filming hand-to-hand fight sequences thanks to gimmick giving him more to film than just the standard one-two punch. Ludwig Göransson's score isn't too memorable, but it proves satisfying in contributing to the atmosphere in the film, whether it flows backwards at key points or swells in its brooding industrial noises that's great for the moment (except for the one track near the middle that just sounds like five electronic farts in a row, I don't understand how Göransson didn't realize just how bad of a sound he made). John David Washington's a solid as hell performer as the Bond archetype, and quality acting is at least something the film keeps at a consistent rate, most distinctly with Robert Pattinson (I mean, it's not as good as his performance in The Lighthouse, man that was a good-ass movie and somehow made more sense). A lot of the film does feel essentially like Nolan showcasing what visuals and tech he's capable of, whether it's his direction or Hoyte van Hoytema's cinematography or the entire practical effects team for moments like actually blowing up a Boeing 747, holy shit, and in that regard it works, it's functional, I'll give it that.

So, on the bad? Right let's get onto the bad, for one---



¡¡⊥IHS ᴚ∀ƎH ⊥,N∀Ɔ I ⋊Ɔ∩Ⅎ S∩SƎſ HO

Why the FUCK does Nolan keep refusing to balance his sound levels like a sane person?!? This is something that's been a problem in all of his films, but CHRIST every gunshot's like 50 decibels louder than it should and every dialouge scene barely sounds any louder than a whisper, which is really fuckin' bad considering that score I complicated blares over every 4th word. Then again, the actual dialogue isn't much worth the effort considering how stunted and awkward it all is, whether it's feeding exposition to The Protagonist or delivering hamfisted words that try to sound smart while being incredibly allergic to wit ("Don't understand, just feel it", yeah, yeah, I'LL tell what I'm feeling, annoyance and boredom). I really wish the writing problems ended with the prose, but fuck me the actual espionage thriller segments are just dreadful without that gimmick, as so much of the goddamn first act is just fetch quest after fetch quest in a cycle of things I either don't care about or just confused as shit to find a reason to care in the first place, and as a result so much of the film feels inconsequential without me fully able to tell if that's the case or my brain's just done with it all (why the fuck does the painting subplot have so much screentime even though there's only one important thing that comes about that 30-minute side-adventure. WHO WROTE THIS SHI--oh, wait, Christopher did. Alone. oh.) As good as the actors are, they're dealt with characters that have next to no pathos, no reason to feel empathy since they are just barren cliches of characters with no interesting personalities and nothing beyond their purpose as spy movie characters, even quite literally giving us the bare-bones basics because Nolan is more interested in the entropy shit and couldn't even give the main character a goddamn name (ah, look, jesus, I don't give a shit if you're trying to do some thematic meta commentary on story structure to try and blow our minds, The Protagonist is a goddamn placeholder name for an Role-Playing Game, it's tacky as SHIT). By the time we actually get to the end everything's noisy, the final sequence is just rubble explosions and screaming and I can't even goddamn tell who the hell's fighting who because trying to PROCESS it makes me go crosseyed, it's utter nonsense.

I think Nolan just thought of the dope-ass scene with half the building exploding while the other half comes back together and thought "yeah, yeah I can build a movie around this."

In trying to just fathom what Tenet is and trying to wrangle my thoughts into a consistent place, as opposed to being anywhere from "eh, it's fine" to "FUCKFUCKFUCK", I've realized this is a bad movie, it's a very bad movie and I've somehow realized I'm smarter and dumber than Nolan at his most pretentious, now ain't that a paradox (another thing, if I know what a paradox is, I would probably imagine an adult CIA agent would, god fuck this). As it plodded through its incomprehensibility, its lack of emotional depth, I begin to wonder once it returned to the gimmick that it has going for it whether that made it all worth it, whether the good did indeed outweigh the bad, and in a way trying to just dissect things by doing the exact opposite thing Nolan advised me to really put to light that the problem was not in fact me, but Christopher himself, and it started to make me realize just how much of a cheap trick those central moments of good really are, especially in its finale, god I just can't think of that without already being exhausted. Perhaps the ego we fed the man through ravenous praise has finally caused his style to explode its goop all into one central mess of a film like this, and like the ever-increasing enigma of how you can make blockbusters bigger and louder than the last one, the tipping point towards Nolan's collapse is staggeringly close over the horizon, and it's disappointed in having to write that considering how the man has impressed me so (well, not with The Dark Knight Returns, god, maybe that's worse than this, at leas this had ideas even if they all-over-the-place).

And he fucking DOUBLED DOWN on the switching aspect ratios! JESUS CHR---you're on thin ice, young man"



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