...and the fact of who-gives-a-fuck.
The story is about Stephen Hawking, a brilliant mathematician who if you don't know who he is...then you probably wouldn't care less about the movie let alone my review of it.
What irks me the most about this is the relationship between Stephen and his college sweetheart turned wife. And the ups and downs of a relationship. Forget the fact that he's dispelled the working idea that the world wasn't created as mentioned in the bible. Nor that they sweep past the conflict between his theory and Einstein's relativity theory. Too dense a subject? That's what I thought. And to pile on the Oscar bait, why don't you have him mutter incoherently until it pisses you off so much you just turn it off, rather than suffer through the translation (good luck to the closed-caption people).
This movie is frustrating overall, because it's just a meandering neat idea of a brilliant human being who's ideas are really only fully appreciated by math nerds. Step back and wonder if ANY OF WHAT HE SAYS matters in your day-to-day. That is, if you can translate through the mush mouth.
Eddie Redmayne's performance isn't special. Not brave. Stop saying these things about actors who play afflicted. It's retard with a lisp. Although this time, dude isn't even retarded.
My contention with "Rain Man" is that Dustin Hoffman's performance was...meh. Tom Cruise should've won that year. For having to dance and convince us the half-'tard brother really had an affliction. They should award Felicity Jones, who plays his long suffering patient wife, an Oscar just for not laughing everytime Redmayne puts on his gloves and yells "iiiiiiiittttttt'ssssss SHOWTIME!"
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