I have a feeling it's going to do the same for me.
I just saw this with my brother this last weekend. We're both vets of Tetsuo: the Iron Man and Eraserhead, and consider those among the greatest of films. Then we saw Pinocchio 964...
Wow.
My brother got up and left during the 30 minute vomiting scene. He said it wasn't becasue he was grossed out, but because that was like the 15th overly drawn out scene we'd watched. I agreeed.
Unlike my bro, I finished the movie...and felt, essentially, raped. I wanted the 1.5 hours of my life back for the first time after seeing a movie.
And yet...
I can't get Pinocchio out of my mind. What was it trying to say? Was it really as bad as I initally thought? Am I honestly going to watch it again?
I think I'm going to give it another view, this time alone all the way through, in the dark, in surround sound, in my basement.
If it still sucks, it still sucks, and I'll shelve it for life or until I want to get extremely pissed off.
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