Not on the Same Page

I'm not a movie critic, but occasionally I read a review and wonder if I watched the same film. Dull becomes a scene laden with unspoken angst certain to move the viewer into a closeness with the character who is acting as if in slow motion.

The banal is lifted up by virtue of a slick pen and melliflous verbiage. Cinematography is applauded for long takes which weary the viewer by the amount of time the camera pans the dark clouds inching across the screen.

While the critic applauds his erudite appraisal, I am left wondering about my capacity to appreciate the movie.