I’m glad I saw Francis Ford Coppola’s ‘Megalopolis,’ even though clocking in at 2 hours and 17 minutes it felt one hour too long.
It is intentionally grandiose, and since that is its goal, it cannot be criticized too much for that. Whether people like this grandiosity or not is up to them. Unlike almost all films lately, the dialogue was not purposely garbled in honor of a sort of auteur conceit. Even with my hearing deficits I could discern most of what was being said. The film was fascinatingly tedious. It’s much less of a linear narrative than it is a dream. It’s definitely better than Godfather 3, which I will admit is setting the bar pretty low.