The Lobster

If you want to see The Lobster, you should, but I feel obliged to tell you that I left this movie before it was over. I walked the short distance over to Kroger's and looked at various food products until Husbandman picked me up after the rolling of the credits. The first half was great---weird, funny, a bit disturbing.  Second half amped up the disturbing elements. Full disclosure:  I saw 3/4 of the film.

Later, back at home,  I read sundry reviews and come to find out, everyone loves The Lobster.  When I dislike a film that all the cool critics love, insecurity creeps in.  What am I not getting about this?  Why can't I be a more sophisticated critic?  The disconnect can put me in a bad mood.  I pulled out of my funk with some out door jazz and some wine and a cheese tray and some fireflies.

As I've already stated, I recommend that you see The Lobster if you want to, but at the very least have a cheese tray waiting for you when you leave the theater.  You might want to leave right when Colin Ferrell is told about the red kiss punishment forced upon characters who flirt or get cozy.  That's when it all started going downhill for this reviewer.   I did like the premise that characters must choose which animal they'd like to be turned into.  I think I would choose to be turned into an American Robin.