Anticipate or Dread? The Almost-sure-to-be-appalling movie of Mark Helprin's WINTER'S TALE

Even Joe Wright could have some fun with it. Instead it will probably be leaden mush.

russell crowe's performance in this was bewildering, and sometimes his irish accent got away from him and made him sound like a pirate.

like, this wasn't the happening bad, but it was basically three different movies with entirely different tones smooshed together into one awkward whole. i assumed it was over about 3/4ths of the way through, and then a brand new plotline with jennifer connelly and her daughter started up, and they were positioned as Very Meaningful even though they were brand new characters that we had no stake in. also akiva goldsman kept making choices in the script that rendered the plot incoherent and implausible when it really didn't have to be. colin farrell wanders new york with amnesia for a hundred years without aging, which, okay, magical realism, but then we see his manhattan apartment? raising all these questions about how he's clothing and feeding and sheltering himself while also claiming not to remember his own name and not having any forms of ID?