I have a very high tolerance for really bad movies, but The Favourite is just so unrelentingly rotten I couldn’t wait for it to be over before it was even an hour on the screen.
Look, I’m a sucker for classical European costume dramas; I like Victoria & Poldark on PBS, recently viewed the flawed but still acceptable Mary, Queen of Scots – you catch my drift here.
So I was really looking forward to seeing The Favourite, an 18th century period piece that promised snark & bawd about the royal twitdom of the age.
And yes, there was some S&B but not nearly enough to overcome the unrelenting cruelty and ubiquitous loathsomeness of every single character (major and minor) and the revisionist history from break-dancing to chamber music to the gratuitous LBGTQ-ification of the story.
Yeah, sure Emma Stone gitz nekkid (but not for long) but by that time had I ceased caring about any of the characters (and that’s before the movie’s midpoint) and was just hunkered down to white-knuckle and gnash-teeth until the final credits rolled.
In the whole wretched two hours running time, the best part of the this sordid tale took place when two of the three protagonists shared a mudbath and in my mind’s eye I converted the brown goo they were wallowing in into a steaming pile of horseshit, which is the perfect metaphor for this awful film.
This is the movie Harvey Weinstein furtively watches when he’s alone and wants to relive The Glory Days.
What a waste of time, money and talent (mine) and even more so for the same of anyone remotely connected with this abomination.
Just plain rotten and that’s my generous take…