It is incredibly pretty to look at, and Pitt, Blanchett and Tilda Swinton are all good in it, but at several points helenraven and I wanted to scream. When the symbolic hummingbird was first mentioned, we looked at each other; when it first appeared, we groaned; when it turns up again, we just giggled. The script is by Roth who wrote Forrest Gump and then it was a feather and this time it's a humming bird.
The racial politics are bizarre - the aged infant is dumped with an African-American boarding-house keeper who looks after the old, and she unselfishly looks after Benjamin for years, getting the consolations of religion. There is no mention - in a movie that is set in New Orleans from 1918 to Katrina - of racial politics of any stripe.
But then, Benjamin is in Murmansk in 1941 and seems not to notice that Russia is at war until Pearl Harbour happens. About the only thing he ever notices apart from that is the Beatles.
But just to stop me hating it, there is one moment of utter magic. Blanchett's character is a young dancer in NY at one point and Benjamin turns up to see her - and she is dancing the ballet sequence from Carousel that other tale of impossible transcendent imperfect love.
Maybe I would like it more if I hadn't seen Frost:Nixon the night before and Milk and Slumdog Millionaire last weekend. Of which more in due course.
Writing going well but slowly. BSG was AWESOME.