Some movies don’t make you notice their length, this one did.

Watched this last night. Had no idea how long it was until we paused it at what we THOUHT was at least 2/3 of the way through and was shocked to see we still had another two hours to go.

It’s not that I hated any scene in particular, or thought some parts overstayed their welcome, I didn’t really. I actually pretty much enjoyed every scene, laughed frequently, and when it ended I kept thinking about it afterwards, which, to me, is usually the hallmark of a great movie, because it’s continuing to entertain me after it ends.

But the length - I kept checking the clock to see how much longer and my wife was nearly at her wits end before it was over. The Seven Samurai or Killers of the Flower Moon are both longer, but I don’t notice the passage of time when watching those films. They end and I didn’t even notice I was sitting on my ass for over three hours, but Beau? I was ready for it to end at the two hour mark.

It’s odd to like a move but hate the length because I want to re-watch it to catch all the stuff I’m sure I missed, but I also DON’T want to sit through it again!