Kimi’s famous director Steven Soderbergh must have not read David Koepp’s entire screenplay. If he had, he would have seen it was akin to a Lincoln Biography that end with Lincoln went to the theater, then died. Actually, no, but if I told you the ludicrous 15 minute ending of Kimi, then I’d blow my no spoilers cover.
I thought the first four fifths of the movie was original, a Suri like device named Kimi records our every need from home lighting to stereo volume and Zoe Kravitz was very realistic.
I also thoroughly appreciated the desperation of condo life, the longing during lock down and the REALLY annoying upstairs neighbors who don’t care how loud they are, from spoiled brat remodels to moving furniture at 1 a.m.
All the other actors, save Rita Wilson, all too creepily believable as a fake nice person, were pedestrian B-list actors as was the aforementioned horrible ending.
Try again David. And the Film Critics Association might want to give us sincere film bloggers a chance to critique as we know more than the critics, see Rotten Tomatoes Evidence: Critics 93% (like, what?) and Audience 51% (sensible).
Kimi, Come On!
