Euphoria (2019)

Overrated and overhyped

good back-story, and good acting

Entertaining from beginning to end, it maintains the spirit of the franchise while establishing it's own seal with a fun cast

A great movie, one of the best of this year. There was a bit of confusion at one point in the plot, but nothing serious.

Poignant, reflective, silence, unspoken. Where is Terence Malik? They did a good job of making Eva Green look very Ill. Personally I couldn't warm to it because the sister was poor written as cliche sour. She was one dimensional to the detraction of the film. I couldn't make it to the end because I identify with going on a bender in Bangkok as my way out and not sitting naked on a swing listening to a string quartet. I get the string quartet. They wanted to make the whole dignity thing classy. For me it must made it nauseous. I figure it ends in a predictable way. If you are a middle aged woman who goes to art house films you'll love this. If you are the Subaru driving bearded husband who drinks Chardonnay with her you will tell her you loved it. It looks well done, just not my thing

To me we don't see very often movies about dead and illness from this perspective. That's why I think it's not a common script and I like that despite it's a little bit slow.

A pretty predictable movie with great performances. Ruined so much by an awful unimaginative score. The string quartet was almost turnoffable and the repeated theme of monotous chords boring and uninspired. Music can make a movie. In this instance it failed it. Shame.

With a script that has the maturity of a first year college rumination about meaning and life, this catatonic film shuffles like arthritic legs. If only it had been half as long it might have had made the endurance lighter for all. The characters and the premise are faintly lifted from Thomas Mann's 'Magic Mountain', as seen by Peter Greenaway, with all the arch cleverness and consequent life taken from it because it lacks intellectual agility. It is mediocrity aspiring to be grand and deep simultaneously. The movie title itself anxiously announces that intention. The paradox in this context is a cliche.The dialog is deliberately stilted, artificial, and as such, this heightens the effect of portent and significance but is an adopted gesture of such superficiality as to strain the attention and interest of a viewer.And the grist of the narrative is a quasi Bergman reckoning of family happiness and enmity. It's triteness and source material are evident and make one return to the original rather than waste time with this third generation copy.