While this is ostensibly a portrait of one of the great artists of the 20th Century, its most fascinating note is its revelation of Bradley Cooper as a director who, like his subject, won’t settle for the ordinary.
David Fincher’s ice-cold kind of comedy is admirable, and a good exercise for the analytical. But what I couldn’t figure out is why all of this didn’t add up to something more fun.
What a confluence of greatness here. Martin Scorsese and a collection of artists have given us a gift of stunning cinema that’s also a big, epic movie. And it is so much fun to watch.
Bruce Springsteen’s “Addicted to Romance”, written to accompany the credits on Rebecca Miller’s film, is lithe and lovely. Too bad the movie itself is anything but.