
Something very strange happens in the first ten minutes of this “fictional” biopic of Celine Dion, something I really couldn’t recover from. It’s one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen. I reviewed for Ebert.

Something very strange happens in the first ten minutes of this “fictional” biopic of Celine Dion, something I really couldn’t recover from. It’s one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen. I reviewed for Ebert.
At this point, any hint that a film’s going to use de-aging or superimposition is just an automatic no from me. The ridiculousness killed The Irishman for me.
I was fine with The Irishman. In fact, I loved it. Just watched for the third time last month. This is a horse of a different color. If they had shrunk Robert De Niro’s body down to the size of a 10 year old kid – and kept his current face – and we’re supposed to believe that’s a 10 year old body and face – that’s more what’s going on here.
It reminded me of Annette, lol.