It is never my intention to bash movies, but after watching Mark Jenkin's Rose of Nevada, a so-called 'science fiction' drama, I have not a single good thing to say. A story about two fishermen (George MacKay and Callum Turner) who board a recently found fishing vessel that's been missing for three decades, it drags along like a redundant dream, pretentiously maquarading like an artistic, profound tale. Shot on an outdated 16 mm stock and in a 1.33 aspect ratio, it feels like a student film that's at least ninety minutes too long.
I wish someone had told Jenkin that to pull an audience in - and especially to keep them hooked - one should open a movie with a more compelling sequence than a series of shots of rusty decay whose eight minutes length felt like forty. The fact that this movie sports a 92% Rotten Tomatoes rating is a travesty. Once again, I'm not hating for the sake of it, I'm merely trying to protect others from wasting two hours of their life, the way I had. Consider this review a dire warning.
ZERO STARS
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