NORMAN MAILER

Wild 90

This is a pointless, self indulgent, offensive, useless, pile of garbage. Whatever story there is would fit on a cocktail napkin and the whole thing is absolutely bereft of any kind of cinematic or artistic merit. The only reason any of us even know it exists is because of its maker, the famed author Norman Mailer.

It’s an interesting thing. There’s something that convinces people who are very successful in one artistic medium, that they will be equally as successful in another. By success here I’m not talking about financial success, but rather artistic success.

Whatever confidence it takes to be willing to put art out into the world sometimes tricks the artist into believing that a change of scenery will be a good thing. Sometimes it even is, but the list of people who have successfully crossed into a new method of art is a lot shorter than the list of people who have tried.

This is not a successful attempt. Not even close. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the worst of it comes from Mr. Mailer himself. He is an absolute abomination as an actor. He’s difficult to understand, nothing he says adds any value, and most of the most offensive remarks come come out of his mouth.

It’s interesting to me that I seem to be drawn towards awful films lately. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s something about the energy of hating something trivial, which is almost comforting in a time of real and horrible hate outside the walls of my house? I don’t know.

But man... this film is worthy of all the artistic hate and lack of interest it has ever gotten. - Aug 22nd, 2020