Venus
Last night I watched Venus, starring Peter O’Toole.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. All I knew was that O’Toole was nominated for an Oscar for his performance.
O’Toole was great — it’s the sort of role that makes you believe that the man is truly going to keel over dead at any moment. My thoughts were, “Wow. This guy was Lawrence of freaking Arabia. I can’t believe O’Toole is not dead. He’s really old, and it looks like he’s in a lot of pain.”
But the story was bizarre. Not wonderfully bizarre like a Terry Gilliam film, but bizarre in the sense that the relationship between the O’Toole’s character and the young woman was unrealistic. It simply didn’t work — not even as an unhealthy relationship, which is what I assume it was supposed to be. I never connected or sympathized or cared about any of the characters on screen, so ultimately, I ended up not liking the film very much.
I give this film a “Meh.”