As fun as 2010’s Inception was, I always thought it didn’t wear well upon repeat viewing, with more than an hour of pure exposition no longer necessary once you were familiar with the world and the rules of that world you were expected to follow. But what I wouldn’t give for even a quarter of that exposition after sitting through Tenet, an overly long and near incomprehensible piece of science fiction that well earns the label gobbledygook, if anything ever did. If Christopher Nolan secretly agreed with my assessment of Inception’s flaws, he goes overboard in trying to correct them here, simply dropping the viewer in some vague nondescript future (or present?) with The Protagonist (John David Washington), some sort of government agent who gets saddled with some sort of vague mission and soon finds himself trying to stop some sort of Russian warlord (Kenneth Branagh) from acquiring nuclear weapons but using some sort of technology to manipulate time itself in order to do it. That summary is an accomplishment on my part, because it’s far more clarifying than what goes on in this movie. There’s something of a Bond-ian feel to the atmosphere, with the hero and his sidekick (Robert Pattinson) globetrotting to different exotic locales, but their actions and whatever their goals are are simply indecipherable, along with the time paradoxes that keep appearing and disappearing throughout. The fact that this movie makes no sense is one problem, but an even bigger sin is the complete lack of interest in creating characters to invest in, as Washington is a charmless, charisma free screen presence in the lead role, Pattinson very nearly matches him and Elizabeth Debicki, usually a compelling actress whose height alone warrants outsizes attention, gets the damsel in distress part with no other notes to play besides distressed. Only Kenneth Branagh seems to be trying to have some fun chewing the scenery with his villainous Russian, while the others appear as lost in the plot as we are. Perhaps it’s unfair to blame them. There are couple of well filmed action scenes but the fault in this one lies entirely with its impossible to follow script. You might gain some insight upon a rewatch, but who’d want to rewatch this? Sure, you don’t know what’s happening, but thanks to the cardboard cutout characters, neither do you care.
THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7 * * * (Dir. Aaron Sorkin)