Wannabe No Waver
It's just the dumbest irony that Cassavetes worked his way up from nothing, scraping whatever acting money he could find, even mortgaged his home, to make personal film after personal film that when looked at as one giant statement ultimately reaches the artistic conclusion that the only thing that matters in the end; is love. Only for that to repeatedly inspire a fucking clown parade of legacy kid dipshits to make movies that consist entirely of couples arguing as a shortcut to being taken serious.
Adult son David Fincher needs help from his dad to craft a cinematic love letter to the Luigi of Citizen Kane, Herman J. Mankieiecz (Oldman), or Mank, as he referred to no less than 700 times in this lifeless cosplay of The Golden Age of Hollywood. The biggest problem with this sort of retro filmmaking is it never truly feels like the era it’s imitating, so you have the biggest stylistic decision destined to fail as the movie will seem…