Review – Eyes Wide Shut

Oh, Stanley Kubrick. Would you have made this movie if you’d known it was going to be your last? I hope not. I hate to kick a man when he’s dead, especially when that man is Stanley Kubrick, but this has got to be one of the worst movies ever made. It has Kubrick’s excellent visual sense going for it, but that’s about it. The plot centers around a wealthy New York doctor’s attempts to cope with his wife’s imaginary infidelity by becoming obsessed with a strange sex cult. The acting is wooden and the script positively dreadful. Honestly, half the conversations in the movie seem to consist of witless repetition punctuated by lengthy pauses. In my film-going experience I’ve had the misfortune to sit through several movies that made sex boring, but few besides this one actually manage to make it downright annoying. If this had been produced by anyone besides Kubrick, or even if it hadn’t been his final film, I think I would have given it an even lower rating. So respect to you, Mr. Kubrick. If you led a good life, you’re probably making much better movies in the hereafter. And if you were wicked, you’ve got all eternity to “enjoy” your final effort over and over and over again. See if desperate