In the process of watching it, one feels as if the film will never end - like a movie prison, locking the audience in an airtight, self-satisfying cage, forcing people to believe that the film's torture metaphors A poetic narrative is an artistic expression of profound meaning, and it does not realize that this is just a long and uninteresting failure
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"The Goldfinch" strives to be a famous painting, just like the painting's name, but ultimately feels more like a fake
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While Peter Straun's script simplifies Donna Tate's 2013 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, John Crowley's director packs a punch. Aside from this painting, not all of the scripts make sense. Hidden by the surging emotions is the theme or question: Does something contain meaning, is a painting worth a hundred years after a catastrophe that destroyed Theo's life? A near-collapse tramp lays out the question to Theo in a quiet, wrenching self-talk, and it's as close to an answer as The Goldfinch gets, even if Tate might just be echoing Tom Stoppard The Time and Memory Game Arcadia. The film doesn't answer that question well, but loses its way in the last 15 minutes of a bunch of outrageous nonsense. All this dramatic uproar has only one purpose, to try to grab the audience's attention
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