Christopher Nolan deserves every superlative for his brilliant take on J. Robert Oppenheimer (a flawless Cillian Murphy), the dark knight of the atomic age. This terrifying, transfixing three-hour epic emerges as a monumental achievement on the march into screen history.
Oppenheimer is probably as good as biopics can be.This must have been a hard time to write with all the explaining and the amount of characters this story had to introduce. But Christopher Nolan wasn't afraid to take it slow. This story is interesting, but it's not something that you'd expect to make almost a billion dollars at the box office. The dialogues are meaningful, natural, intriguing and thought-provoking. This film wouldn't work as well without the last lines spoken and if those weren't the last lines, they wouldn't have had the impact they had on probably everyone who watched it till the end. The characters are intriguing and imperfect. Having watched it four times now I understand everything story wise and I'm not confused about character names anymore. If I have one criticism about the writing it's that during the first watch I had a hard time remembering all the names. Also the way they hype up Dr. Hill who the audience doesn't know anything about is so funny to me.The directing is absolutely perfect. Christopher Nolan is the reason this movie works not just for cinephiles, but for many people around the world. The way he hypes up a scene where Oppie puts a suit on is awesome. The cinematography is great, with fitting camera movement, framing and simple, but good-looking lighting. The combination of the editing structure and the difference between the black & white and colour scenes makes the three hour ride intriguing and understandable despite the number of characters and timelines. The production design is beautiful and the fact that all the effects are practical is fascinating. The cast is insane. There are faces I did not recognize before, but having watched many movies since my third watch, I do know. It's insane how actors jump just like audiences when they hear the name of Christopher Nolan. The score and the acting performances elevate this movie to "absolute cinema" level. Ludwig Göransson is a master and now I truly believe this score is above anything I've ever heard, including Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings. The way the music agglutinates with the sound effects at times is fascinating. The performances are perfect. Everyone fits into the era and their character perfectly. The way I feel about this movie is mostly influenced by the score, Cillian Murphy's performance and the last scene.Oppenheimer is truly an incredible achievement, watching it in IMAX was amazing even though it was digital. I can't wait for The Odyssey.
Oppenheimer is one of those shoot-for-the-moon projects that feels thrilling and wonky, brilliant and overstuffed, too much and yet not enough. It’s also a movie that brings to mind the difficult era-spanning epics of yesteryear, from Reds to The Right Stuff, and is a movie made by adults for adults yet done with the sweep and majesty we now associate with movies made for kids and teens.
The true test of 'Oppenheimer' is whether Nolan can maintain his typically mammoth vision with a narrative that mostly comprises white men talking in small rooms. Like his protagonist, the writer/director succeeds in a grand and unexpectedly horrifying fashion.
What you will piece together during the first viewing—including marvelous grace notes such as Oppenheimer’s taste for syrup-dipped cocktail glasses—will be enough to keep you glued to the action.
By the time Oppenheimer ends, it becomes more about the interpersonal problems of two miniscule men—miniscule, at least, against the backdrop of the cataclysmic, world-destroying questions and implications it had been exploring.
With all of its quick cuts and time-hopping, Oppenheimer behaves like a film that’s worried that it won’t have the space to fit everything it wants to say and do into three hours. Then it exhausts its welcome in the service of reiterating points. Then it delivers lectures in case you missed the earlier rounds. It knows how to blow up the world, but it doesn’t know when to quit.
It was boring and political. I came for the science and got a bunch of irrelevant affairs, infighting and power struggles. Nor was he particularly interesting as a person. The "trial" was painful to watch and not interesting. Predictable. I would have enjoyed a movie centered around Feynman instead.
This movie is the actual definition of watchable once. The length of the movie made to play chess, or just do anything else while the movie was going. Happy i didn't watched this at the cinemas.
I’m really quite curious how anyone is supposed to take in much of the information contained in this film’s dialogue. It’s many years since Nolan fell into the habit of editing out the spaces between one character’s lines and the next character’s responses, the one or two seconds in which one speaker processes what the other has just said and formulates his or her response before replying. No time for those in a project of this size. We hear a line delivered and are jumped forward instantly to its response. On top of which many characters have heavy accents and nothing was done to alleviate the confusion this often caused on individual words. On top of which the writing’s trying to be clever as hell and boil itself down to a snappy shorthand. On top of which most of the dialogue is delivered very, very fast and often slurrily. On top of which most of the actors have adopted low, Batman-like monotones rather than the varying cadences ordinary humans use while speaking which help us distinguish one emotion, one subject or one part of a sentence from another.All the major people involved in making and financing this film had of course read the script and had all the time they needed to absorb the dialogue and its contents. Not so the audience. Most of this film’s exchanges come bearing rather startling amounts of information, whether scientific, character- or plot-related, and we’re seldom allowed any time at all to absorb it, neither between lines nor between conversation scenes themselves, which come at us in a nearly unbroken chain for three hours. What I suspect is that most viewers simply get the general gist of the movie and its conversations and are content with that. Then there’s the Emperor’s New Clothes element in which few viewers want to appear unintelligent and admit they were having considerable trouble following what the hell the characters were talking about most of the time.Nolan frequently illustrates scientific points through lightning-bursts of special effects tossed in during the dialogue. Obviously the purpose of these is to make the science clearer, but the effect instead is the opposite. If something’s being explained well, we start to form a mental picture of it ourselves. This requires us to concentrate closely on what we’re hearing, and I found that these jolting flashes of strange imagery consistently did nothing but break my concentration. The verbal information in these many scenes is (at least relatively) smooth and fluid, and then Nolan interjects visual information that’s jarring and eye-blink brief. I suspect the thinking was that by now a Nolan movie just wouldn’t feel like a Nolan movie without special effects of some kind, and there was pressure to find an occasion for them.Then there’s the man of the hour himself. The real Oppenheimer often seemed quite light-hearted about his work (Isidor Rabi described the ‘air of easy nonchalance’ he tended to affect) and most of those involved in the Manhattan Project reported that they’d never had more fun in their lives. This may have been an interesting angle to explore in a dramatization of the Project. And it’s about as far as one could imagine from what the film depicts. Murphy plays Oppenheimer as a man possessed of a perpetual bug-eyed intensity of alarming magnitude. A man who bears the weight of the world on his shoulders, a depiction more appropriate to an intelligent modern actor with an acute awareness of the enormity of the physicist’s impact on human history than to what we know of the man.Murphy’s Oppenheimer fixes the gaunt, moon-eyed stare of a cocaine addict on seemingly every person he speaks to for every moment he speaks to them, intoning Grave Seriousness in nearly every syllable in a breathy monotone deep and intense and bordering on Batman (so very opposite of the high, thin, Irish-tinted voice of the real J. Robert). There wasn’t an instant where I felt I was watching a plausible human being. Not that I much blame Murphy, of course. It’s the director’s job to avoid bad decisions.Indeed Downey, Safdie and half the other male actors also seem to be doing their best Dark Knight voice for most of the movie, the better to impart the grave, grave gravity of the proceedings. As with many of Nolan’s films, the overseriousness of the characters and of Zimmer’s score strikes me as distinctly comical. I read someone somewhere who said he found that the snippets about Oppenheimer sprinkled throughout Cormac McCarthy’s The Passenger and Stella Maris gave him a much better and clearer picture of both the man and the Manhattan Project than this entire three-hour movie did, and I’d agree heartily.