Lucky (2017) - Comedy, Drama

Hohum Score

79

Boring

Lucky follows the spiritual journey of a 90-year-old atheist and the quirky characters that inhabit his off the map desert town.

IMDB: 7.3
Director: John Carroll Lynch
Stars: Harry Dean Stanton, David Lynch
Length: 88 Minutes
PG Rating: N/A
Reviews: 17 out of 69 found boring (24.63%)

One-line Reviews (36)

The slow pace of the movie really brings out what his life is like, and despite the sadness we may have for him, we all empathise and love his character.

The film tells the story of Lucky (Stanton), a 90-year-old living in an unnamed backwater town on the edge of an Arizonan desert.

In short, it's a slow paced drama film, that happens to inculcate in it the meanings of our life, and questions the very existence of a human soul.

Boring, Boring, Bad, Boring - Don't trust the other Reviews .

Those are the things that make the movie worth watching.

Swiping some great real life histories (Stanton's stint with the Navy) blurs the line between fact and fiction just enough to act both as a fitting tribute and engrossing movie on it's own merit.

Nothing happens.

Wim Wenders and Shephard contrived to give Stanton - a career character actor - one of the greatest roles in twentieth century cinema and he owned every guilt-ridden moment of that film.

The result is a wonderfully enjoyable hour and a half at the cinema.

That this is the case is signalled in the slow and methodical opening sequence, which depicts Lucky ambling past boarded-up and dust covered shops, as the hot sun beats down.

A great movie has to be entertaining right to the end and also examine life in a brutally honest way.

Suitably slow paced and considered in its approach, John Carroll Lynch's directorial debut is a wonderfully poignant piece, made doubly so considering of course it proved to be the very final outing for the late great Harry Dean Stanton, whose performance here it should be said is right up there with his very best work.

The movie is pretentious and doesn't have that much of a deep meaning.

When Harry is alone, just being or exercising or walking, there is some grace and some weight, but once he's required to interact with the rest of the overly emoting characters or the stilted, trite dialogue, he sadly feels reduced to their level.

The old son of a gun has world weary charisma and a begrudging determination, and manages to make the mundane a little more interesting.

Most boring movie ever made.

Even viewers who have been here longer may find the film excruciatingly slow, painfully confronting, or both.

The movie surely has a very slow pace, and is definitely not for those who don't have a much developed taste in the repertoire of film industry.

Framed by the wide and dusty Arizona desert, Lucky (Harry Dean Stanton) is a humourless and crabby 90-year old loner whose daily routines are repetitive and banal.

Ah, but and yet and still, Lynch, this supebly empathetic director in his magnaminous debut effort, doesn't close: stay patiently put, for after Harry exits the scene, still he 'directs' yet another slow pace metaphor that'll surely finally bring on your "ungatz" smile - likely along with even more tears (as it did for quietly in the dark cinema) for this gentle tribute.

Carroll Lynch is similarly engaging with the genuine fears of vulnerabilities of the ageing Stanton, as a means of tapping in to a wider understanding of what death is and what it means.

Stopping by predictable spaces, his daily proceedings have a cyclical and absolute geography.

There were relationships he had with people where I thought some kind of arc would materialize but NOTHING happened.

Long cuts, wide frames will mimic the spirit of ''Paris, Texas'' but in an empty way, as so will the vague and disdainful dialogues of the other characters irritate the mind of even a beyond average viewer.

This fact represent the main quality of ''Lucky'', a painfully slow story about the 91-year old atheist starting nowhere and leading us there.

But this movie is just blend, uninspired, corny, empty.

)Now well known to have transpired to be HDS's acting swansong - and which he was surely aware likely to be, too* - initially introduced with static west outback like shot, as a tortoise, almost unnoticed, slowly traverses the screen, foreshadowing what would seem to be an equally slow paced dull drag of a film:ah, but wait; soft: be patient - as you likely have to be at such advanced age as HDS was when he appeared in his final role.

For once you adjust, you begin to be inveigled into what is likely to be an insight into what really is the actual pace of lifestyle for those apparoaching their sunset / shadow years: slow, meticulous, uneventful routine, as is the eponymous 'Lucky' shown slowly, oh so slowly, waking - and walking - from place to place e.

Slow philosophical film about the meaning of life .

The questions seem simple and at the same time terrifying and deeply compelling.

It's a face that rarely emotes except for annoyance, confusion, or fear, which heightens the contrast with his almost spiritual gaze while singing the Spanish lament that means 'Going Back'.

Other than a couple of milk cartons, his fridge is empty.

We have an old single man who has a slow paced repetitive regime that keeps him going in what are his final days.

Maybe I'm just being bored that almost every "old person movie" is about having lost purpose in life and/or rediscovering some of that during the course of the story.

I was so immersed in what felt like real life to me that it was as sudden as extreme as life can be when all the sudden it got so emotional, like in the bar.

Simple and evocative movie with a great cast.