Julian Roman’s “The Counselor” Is the Anatomy of Disappointment
By Rochus Pomponius, Adjunct Critic
Reading Julian Roman’s “The Counselor” is like watching a child get a rock instead of candy for Halloween, and an adult eating a completely burnt turkey on Thanksgiving. In the truest sense of the word Roman walks us through what disappointment really is.
Roman’s expectations for The Counselor were severely trampled on like a child who has discovered the truth about Santa Clause. That sense of disappointment seems to be the unending fog that this review is cloaked in. In an unrelenting manner the critic goes about dismantling every single idiosyncrasy the movie possesses, leaving nothing but a frayed husk remaining in his vengeful wake.
From an argumentative standpoint Roman takes the common sense route in tearing the film asunder; arguing that for a film with so many “experienced” characters the collective decisions being made seem unapologetically dumb. This is the bedrock on which many other issues are laid but nothing is quite as stirring as the central issue.
The biggest and most damning aspects of this review, are the liberties taken with plot information. Yes, the spoilers are quite obtrusive to the read, and sadly it almost makes the review unreadable, at least to those who would really like to see the film; even if they prefer to read an honest and well-written perspective about it.
This is a very well done review, but there has to be a level of caution taken with it. There are spoilers, and even though the critic manages to write a convincing, persuasive write-up for The Counselor; with good conscience this can’t be given a universal recommendation.