Maybe I’m jaded. Maybe I set my expectations too high. Maybe I’m overcaffienated. But one thing’s for sure:
Autofocus sucks.
Yeah, the title sequence is good, and I was happy to see that the movie wasn’t art-directed to within an inch of its life (unlike another flick about porn in the 70s I could name), but in the end, Autofocus amounts to little more than a director sitting on his ass for two hours, making facile moral judgements instead of giving you the opportunity to care about the characters. I mean, Entertainment Tonight could have made a less cliched piece of tripe.
For those of you considering filmic forms of amusement this weekend, you’ve been warned.
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