Hold your horses. You thought 2001 was better than Star Wars?
The book was enjoyable, and the film had some interesting visual/auditory juxtapositions. But in the end, Kubrick loves taking mystery and making it defiantly unintelligible to the audience. The glacial pacing of his films isn't "artisict" but sheer self-indulgence, and breaks the contract of the filmmaker with audience to tell at least a visually coherent story. (Even the opening of the film, with Kubrick's name on the crescendo, lets us know that this is the autheur theory writ large.)
Plus, monkeys fondling giant rocks is not cooler than spaceships chasing after each other in a hail of laser fire.
The book was enjoyable, and the film had some interesting visual/auditory juxtapositions. But in the end, Kubrick loves taking mystery and making it defiantly unintelligible to the audience. The glacial pacing of his films isn't "artisict" but sheer self-indulgence, and breaks the contract of the filmmaker with audience to tell at least a visually coherent story. (Even the opening of the film, with Kubrick's name on the crescendo, lets us know that this is the autheur theory writ large.)
Plus, monkeys fondling giant rocks is not cooler than spaceships chasing after each other in a hail of laser fire.
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