This is one of those movies that's impacted by current events. Some movies get better over time, this one seems to have gotten worse.
When the fundamental storyline of a movie is that a rich man gets away with raping an underage girl created by a director who is a rich man who got away with raping an underage girl? I guess the analysis that if you're not willing to see a movie or read a book made by a shitty person, you're missing out on a lot of good stuff. Hunter S. Thompson, according to his biography, beat his wife, but I still enjoy his work. Hemmingway was by all accounts a self-important douchebag, but undoubtedly part of the soul of American bravado.
Its a great movie. Nicholson is fantastic. In terms of cinematography, its unmatched by almost anything I've seen, save Touch of Evil (1958). Amazon reviews are sparkling.
Despite all that, when the movie was over, I just felt sick to my stomach; I hated it.
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