Synopsis
A successful, ego-maniacal architect who has spent a lifetime bullying his wife, employees and mistresses wants to make peace as his life approaches its final act.
A successful, ego-maniacal architect who has spent a lifetime bullying his wife, employees and mistresses wants to make peace as his life approaches its final act.
Ronald M. Bozman Caroline Baron Declan Quinn Beau Willimon Anthony Weintraub Jordan Tappis Annette Solakoglu Kemal Solakoglu Scott Griffin
建筑大师, Строитель, 마스터 빌더
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Criterion Collection Spine #762
Wallace Shawn elegantly performs the role of a corrupted architect reflecting on his delusions.
"Then I would wave wildly to everyone below ... and I would climb down ... and I would throw my arms around my princess's neck ... and I would kiss her and kiss her ... I've got it ... My master builder."
After being blown away by Wallace Shawn and Andre Gregory's 'My Dinner with Andre', I was eager to check out A Master Builder which I saw they also worked on together. And while this movie does feature the same kind of fascinating extended scenes of dialogue, I was struck by the unpleasant nature of its main character, who we slowly…
Fine, but I could have just re-read the Ibsen if I'd known this was all going to be shot in handheld close-up. Where's Jonathan Demme here?
As the finger on the monkey’s paw curled, A Master Builder appeared before me, the fulfillment of my wish for immortality: each second of the movie would be exponentially longer than the last. Wallace Shawn spoke a single sentence and ten thousand lifetimes passed. Out of the corner of my eye my family, my friends, the world turned to ash but in front of me Ragnar extended into a joyless infinity. For me, no more springtimes, only Ragnar, forever.
in order for this movie to work, you have to embrace one key component that either you’ll have to suspend your disbelief for or accept as a truth that many of us already know:
Wallace Shawn is a sexual dynamo.
53/100
A.V. Club review. Standard-issue filmed theater, indifferently directed by Demme, with almost no trace of what made Vanya on 42nd Street special. And Shawn is badly miscast, again. This is one of my favorite plays, though (I prefer it to Doll's House), so it's hard to make a version I won't enjoy on some level.
The things I’ll sit through for Blank Check... Maybe the Ibsen play is good but this handheld adaptation was a total snoozefest!
wallace shawn playing an aggressive asshole in a 2+ hour adaptation of a play it turns out i do not vibe with is not my thing, sorry jon it's not your fault
"COME IIIIIN!"
-Wallace Shawn, 2013.
The most profoundly boring film I think I've seen. I've grown to adore Jonathan Demme through watching his films, but this just has none of his signature empathy, warmness, or steady hand whatsoever. The driving shots sweeping past buildings are when the film is most exciting, but it never once gets off the ground otherwise. Tedious monologue after tedious monologue in service of a quick-release nap delivery system, this felt like the least interesting way to make an adaptation of a play.
Overall this won't colour my opinion of Demme at all, because this was clearly him helping Shawn achieve what he set out to make. But besides that fairly warm feeling, I will likely never think about this film again.
When u make a map on Mario maker and get 3,000 downloads and it gets to ur head
At one point while watching this I decided to just look out the window and just listen to the movie. It was pleasant