It’s clear from the beginning of Benjamin Button that you’re in for an emotional experience, but it never quite reaches the lofty peaks it promises, except in the frame narrative which made me shed a manly tear. I wasn't seeking more schmaltz, but more affecting relationships, deserving of the quality cast, aided by a less reserved Despalt score would have been very welcome.
The most astonishing thing of all was that it was directed by David Fincher. I didn't think him capable of such a reflective and delicate piece.
3½ hummingbirds out of 5
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3½ sounds about right.
Haven't seen it since it opened on Christmas Day.
Has a weird place in my family's heart, this film. First Christmas we spent without my Grandmother home as she was just put in the hospital. It's sort of the time we realized even Super Grandmas age.
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