Oblivion -- <Rant Alert> I'm not in the mood to award any points to this movie. It repeatedly and consistently and thoroughly insulted my intelligence. I guess that's about par for these over-funded, poorly acted, shallowly yet pompously written types of movies where the plot holes are as big as the universe. Ugh.
Apparently, the truly hot Asian actress whose name I forget but should know grew up in Chester County, Pa., not that far from where I live in Bucks County, Pa., and even closer to where I grew up in Delaware County Pa., because when she first saw that famous painting N.C. Wyeth painting Christina's World she said it reminded her of home.
Yeah, right.
Referencing
that painting in
this movie was discount, dollar store profundity at its worst, lipstick on a pig. </Rant Alert>
But, hey, at least the painting brought back a couple of good memories for me. One was taking my Mom to the small, circular Wyeth museum at her behest . . . one of the last good things I did with and for her. The other was once getting laid
primarily (I think) because I recognized and knew the painting in this rich girl's apartment when (I think) she thought I wouldn't.
If you enjoyed the movie, please pay me no mind . . . what do I know anyway? I gave it a shot. I should have known better.