I regretted paying £7:99 to watch this drivel until I had a blinding insight. This was my first complete Artificial Intelligence (AI) film. The only human involvement was the ensemble. The script was ChatGPT pure and simple. Even films with dialogue written by bored teenagers – Dirty Dancing? – were better than this.
AI films are a box ticking exercise
- Diversity: Obese black female receptionist with a heart-of-gold
- Sex scenes: Groping and kissing but avoiding the dreaded ‘Adult’ film category
- Sports passion: Frequent smashing of tennis rackets for no apparent reason
- Tension: Multi Grand Slam winner against serial loser
AI plots are a box ticking exercise
- Back story: Principals know each other from way-back-when
- Sexual tension: Multi-relationships which torture all concerned
- Sporting injury: Heroic attempt at recovery – which fails
- Success failure: Multi Grand Slam winner has a psychological collapse
AI directors are a box ticking exercise
- Flashbacks: The AI programme melted down with excitement. There were multiple iterations each one of which became more implausible
- Grand finale: The two principals discover their inner-gayness when Art (Mike Faist) literally throws himself into Patrick’s (Josh O’Conner) arms at match point
Outstanding non-AI moment
Josh O’Conner has a wry smile which is ruthlessly exploited.
Director: Luca Guadagnino
He directed the beautiful Call me by your name (2017).1 This is a gruesome successor and he should hang his head in shame
Note
Odeboyz's Blog 