Here’s my review of “The Silver Linings Playbook,” at EntertainmentTell:
the movie is plagued by a butt-ugly visual style, complete with frequent extreme closeups and handheld shaky-cam. The first shot of the camera circling around Cooper’s head is inventive; the third and fourth, not so much. I expected better from a craftsman of Russell’s caliber. And the final half hour is a abomination, making a mockery of the film before it. What starts off as a serious examination of mental illness turns into an entirely different movie, one with nearly the exact same third act as “High School Musical.”
I seem to be in the minority on this one, so make of that what you will. In the meantime, here’s, uh, another take on the material.
