Todd McCarthy’s “Gravity: Venice Review” Avoids Vanity for a Thrilling Result
By Marcus Julianus, Associate Critic
While Todd McCarthy’s “Gravity: Venice Review” has a longer-than-average readtime, not once does it succumb to vanity, making it an exciting review well worth the audience’s attention.
How he does so in a wordcount that’s not exactly “tight,” is something of a mystery. It suffices to say that the ease with which this review unfolds is crackerjack, the work of a first-rate author with a built-in audience he’s learned how to please.
In a moment of existential questioning, the reader finds McCarthy implicitly wondering at the rare science fiction film without aliens and epic battles. “Smart but not arty” is the conclusion, one of many charmingly lucid moments offered by McCarthy throughout the review.
Perhaps the unambiguous vision of Gravity: Venice Review is what makes it so eminently enjoyable. We’re treated to jocular dialogue and a dissection of form and function that never obsesses over tributes to other artists or works. The audience is meant to take this piece on the merit of its own strengths rather than some categorical connection to every space drama in history.
As a result, Gravity: Venice Review justifies its length with a keen wit and a wink to the reader, who feels familiar with McCarthy whether or not that’s truly the case.
A minor complaint is the presentation, which attempts to draw the reader away from the work three or four times. It’s a small nuisance that won’t keep most from considering McCarthy’s review an excellent piece of work.