The Lost City is funny, but could have dared more

She instead he wears his irresistible pout throughout the 92 minutes of this comedy which winks as well as the Steven Spielberg saga, also a The Mummy and ai GI Joe by Stephen Sommers, new Jumanjto Nicolas Cage’s Ben Gates.

Vain, insecure, self-isolated from others like most of the contemporary cultural elites, unable to deal with a society she sees as superficial and barbaric, she suffers in the second half of the film an evolution perhaps too suddenalso by virtue of a little guessed melò turn.

To partially compensate for the drop in energy and rhythm, the villainsinterpreted by a Daniel Radcliffe that for better or worse mimics the many tycoons in search of glory and fortune who, between books, TV series and films from the cinema of the past, have become a metaphor for the ambition that leads to ruin, for the greed that blinds all reason.

All of this, however, without forgetting to make him a ridiculous, queer individual, a sort of parody of modern gurus, those who speak of themselves in the third person and measure success in life based on purely material objectives. He hasn’t managed to stop being Harry Potter our Radcliffe yet, but going on like this maybe one day he will make it.

The amusing snapshot of the crisis of the contemporary male

The other half of the pair consists of a Channing Tatum very nice, sculpted and shaved physique, spoiled and incapable of not overestimating himself, which confirms the extraordinary irreverent verve of an actor, who is certainly among the most underrated of his generation. Bad picks like Magic Mike and GI Joe on his time essentially forced him into the handsome man role for a season.

In The Lost City his chemistry with Sandra Bullock is fantastic, with at least two, three highly guessed gags, where he becomes to all intents and purposes a totem of the identity crisis of the contemporary male. The Alan of her is all aesthetic and little contentterrified of skin rashes and insects, needing to be the center of attention, but also possessing qualities that he himself does not know.

The pearl you don’t expect, complementary to Tatum’s character, is Brad Pitt. Long hair like you haven’t seen since Wind of Passionsin dazzling form, together with Tatum he enjoys destroying the figure of the macho hero as pop culture created in profusion in the 80s. He must have had a lot of fun playing his character, and on more than one occasion he is as blatant as it is irresistible.

Too bad though at some point The Lost City forget why it exists: make the viewer laugh, even on the hypersensitivity of modern society, with a rhythm up to half perfect, which makes the pumped look Red Notice what it was: a bad film.

But suddenly the handbrake is pulled, no more gags or almost, with the search at all costs for sensitivity, seriousness and an evolution of the two unlikely protagonists that goes down the wrong path.

Basically we liked them as they were: flawed, ridiculous and vulnerable. Instead we see narrative digressions in favor of Randolph’s unsuccessful Beth, with a drop in action quality and a conspicuously trudging ending. Too bad, because she could take home more than enough. But the hope is that perhaps with a second film, there will be a more stable pace and greater narrative cohesion. In the monotony of current entertainment products, between continuous cinecomics and the Toretto family that does not stop even in the face of ridiculemovies like The Lost City I am water in the desert.

The Lost City is funny, but could have dared more