McQueen's promising Hunger seems to have been a fluke. None of the bright insight of that film is here. Instead, we're given a moralizing, ridiculously vague film that uses stylizing to compensate for its lack of content. While Michael Fassbender does far more with an undercooked script than most could, even he bends and breaks under ridiculous scenes like one where he stands and the rain and weeps. There are moments of perfection here, however. One of the best scenes of the year has Fassbender on a first date. It's a single take in a restaurant that could scarcely be more charming or real. Too bad the film is ruined with awfulness like Carey Mulligan singing "New York, New York" or surviving a suicide attempt.
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