Or, in other Cloud Atlas thought...
Bonus points for invoking "Springtime for Hitler". I don't care one way or another about Cloud Atlas, but I'm always entertained when Vaux decides a movie just really isn't worth a fuck.
I never take stock in reviews in which the writer doesn't think the reader has the capacity in which to make an informed decision.
Meh. All reviews are inherently subjective, except maybe the totally spoileriffic ones at Jabootu or someplace like that. Rob doesn't drop the F hammer often, but when he does it's typically because a movie is just jawdropping for one reason or another (off the top of my head, his F list includes Battlefield Earth, Ballistic: Ecks versus Sever, White Chicks, The Scorpion King, and I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry). Movies like that, which really stick in his craw, get special ranting, and his Cloud Atlas review is a new gold standard for hatin'. I love it.
Does it make me want to see the movie anyway? Not really, but I don't care for self-important bullshit at the cinema anyway. Cloud Atlas could have a 100 percent RT rating and I'd avoid it just because of Tom Hanks.
It's the poetry of vitriol in Vaux's F reviews that's so much fun, regardless of how you actually feel about the movie in question.