There is something naive, pure and delightful about a bad M Night film. Like its made by a wide eyed teenaged film lover. So funny.

So much talent wasted on something so slender and tired. Jane Campion appears to feel no obligation to be entertaining. Very boring and slow. Yet again, gayness on screen is treated with prissy coyness and punished with tragedy. Such a horrible old trope that needs to be retired immediately. I don’t understand the love, awards and gushing reviews for this film.