Once again, we sat through three hours of pointless vanity. The idea of growing young, starting old and becoming a baby, is totally fascinating. However, it is totally wasted in this empty film which decides to be instead about a mythical love story from childhood between Brad Pitt, not acting enough, and Cate Blanchett, acting way too much.
Somebody like Charlie Kaufman could have done marvels playing mind games with this concept. Unfortunately, David Fincher just goes through the motions. All the energy of the movie seems to have been channeled into digital effects and the result is utterly lifeless.
I am not a huge fan of Fincher's movies, not of Seven, or of Fight Club or of Zodiac. His penchant for yellow exhausts me, but I would have welcomed some of the nasty edge of his other movies.
This is just pointless, empty fakeness.
If you must sit through it, the one kick you will get is watching Tilda Swinton breathe life and intelligence into the film. She rules.