Connected
This is the worst movie -- dull, predictable, headache-inducing, uninteresting, vapid, simplistic, egomaniacal, self-lauditory, self-indulgent, self-important. I am shocked that members of this woman's family didn't see this assemblage of home movies and plodding history lesson and say, "Perhaps, dear, this is something that's best for the family." The filmmaker tries to honor her deceased father with this film, but never illuminates anything compelling and original in his work about the mind. Instead, she diminishes and dilutes his work and inserts her own banal (and often just off) observations again and again -- until our brains cried out for relief and we had to leave the theater (which on a Saturday night had 6 people in it in NYC, so clearly no one likes this film). I saw this film with a range of people and ages, and each came out feeling conjested by the movie's maddening mediocrity. How did this pompous, self-absorbed, simple-minded film get made and released? How??