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Scott CooperScénario:
Scott CooperPhotographie:
Masanobu TakayanagiMusique:
Howard ShoreActeurs·trices:
Christian Bale, Harry Melling, Simon McBurney, Toby Jones, Lucy Boynton, Timothy Spall, Gillian Anderson, Harry Lawtey, Fred Hechinger (plus)Résumés(1)
West Point, 1830. Un policier désabusé est engagé pour enquêter discrètement sur l'horrible meurtre d'un élève officier. Le code du silence des militaires entravant ses recherches, il enrôle l'un d'entre eux pour l'aider à démêler l'affaire: un jeune homme qui sera plus tard connu sous le nom d'Edgar Allan Poe. (Netflix)
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De l’ennui, encore de l’ennui… un épouvantable ennui ! L’histoire tire en longueur sans jamais avancer ni captiver. Pourtant, tout le reste fonctionne : la caméra, la scénographie, une ambiance décente, une excellente distribution… Mais comme souvent, il suffit d’un scénario faible et d’une histoire nulle pour que tout soit gâché ! Je donne une seconde étoile pour la dernière demi-heure et le dénouement final, mais les lecteurs d'E. A. Poe ne se laisseront pas surprendre, car ce revirement apparaît dans son œuvre.
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I found Melling's acting terribly irritating for the first half hour, but then somehow it clicked; he’s a weird guy. I once read somewhere that every person has some equivalent of an animal, in my eyes he is a bat. If there's ever a remake of Nosferatu, I vote for him with all my limbs. Otherwise I really liked the visuals, the real locations, I really liked the candlelight and the eye-catching contrast it created; the atmosphere was delectable, the cold added so much. The pace was ok, I like these slowly told stories, and the twist at the end after the first reveal surprised me. I have no problem with this film, unlike my already oversaturated colleagues here.
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Big blue...I know what. Bale is lethargic, Melling plays Poe as if he’s had polio, and it doesn’t help that he looks identical to the master’s iconic likeness. Scott Cooper wrote a florid but hopelessly executed fusion of serious drama and corny horror story involving murders, which under his stiff direction also occasionally seems like a production staged by a university drama club. The would-be melancholic philosophising about the poet’s fate and the half-hearted references to Poe’s work aren’t exactly great either. I was really in the mood for this film, but after a while I found myself cursing and beating my beak against the window of my own nevermore.
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A rather unexciting period piece that is unfortunately too uninteresting for most of its running time to afford to be so slow (and long). I was about to give it two stars, but the final reveal improved the impression a bit. Anyway, it's a shame, had it been written and directed a little more vividly, it could have been a different cinematic experience.
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Another standard Netflix disappointment, which seem to pile up more and more each year. Scott Cooper, Christian Bale, and a promising blend of mysticism and 19th-century detective story all fall flat here. The plot is dull and empty, undeserving of such an intriguing premise, and it drags on for over two hours. The worst part is that there’s a lot of good work put into this film. With a better script, it could have been fantastic. Instead, Harry Melling's performance as Edgar Allan Poe is stellar but ultimately wasted.
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