Give Fincher credit for the technical achievements here, making Brad Pitt appear to age backwards (starting with his dotage-distorted face spliced onto the head of a baby). But screenwriter Eric Roth’s epic expansion of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s slight short story feels like a retread of Roth’s own “Forrest Gump” script. It’s another tale of a Southern lad with a congenital defect who nonetheless lives a charmed life, one that intersects with the dramatic highlights of 20th-century history. In the end, Hurricane Katrina washes everything away, and you’re left wondering what it all meant — or whether there was any point at all.
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