'The Humbling' starring Pacino and Greta was so so. Not really great. It reminded me of 'Birdman' meets 'Scent of a Woman.' I actually thought, while watching it last night, that if Seymour Hoffman was still around he coulda saved this film simply by being cast as an orderly or a garbage man. The film needed a saving grace, and Charles Grodin (now the 2nd time I've seen him this week) does little in spicing up the boredom of this film's script. The Hemingway references were too contrived to be effective. In the end, Greta was wonderful downplaying her natural and corky beauty, and the on-screen chemistry between her and Al was there, but not on fire. Their chemistry, and this film's feel, were like being served flat soda at a restaurant and feeling complacent enough to not complain to the slow waiter, and sucking it up in order to be polite. So I'll be polite right now too -- the movie, 'The Humbling' sucked. Sorry Al, be humble... and take the criticism. You are Michael Corleone, so you can handle it. Bye.
