I think I did well lasting the 10 minutes of Atlas Shrugged that I did, as this was some pretty high-falutin' brainiac stuff that went over my head to the point I couldn't understand it at all and had to call it a day, like the notion people should be paid what they're worth and yet (1) for some reason this is a very bad thing when applied to working class people and (2) no-one seems to question that this is one of the central rabble-rousing tenets of national socialism, only redressed by... well, it doesn't seem to be redressed at all, it just seems to be saying rich white people are worth every penny and if they decide to stop banking and politicking the whole world will come to an end because it revolves around them.
Anyway, I lasted 10 minutes because of the stodgy dialogue that makes no-one sound like a human being, and the "near future" setting where there are newsboys selling papers on streetcorners because papers are a primary news source is arguably doing the film no favors either unless this is meant to be a timeless stodgy allegory in which case it would help if philosophically it wasn't espousing the rationale of the schoolyard bully chancing their arm by holding their breath until they get what they want. I like Mercy's Taylor Schilling and I like Defiance's Grant Bowler, but this does neither any favors.
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