Here’s an article which resonated with me:
I’ve now got to the point where the movie has been consistently dark during the first five or ten minutes, off I go to somewhere else. Ditto the Brit movies in which the dialogue is either mumbled, spoken in an unintelligible accent or both. Also, the ones where impenetrable slang is in more than half the dialogue — I know, it’s realism, but still — I don’t expect characters to speak Received English via the Royal Shakespeare Company either.
And for gawd’s sake, S-L-O-W D-O-W-N when you speak your lines.
Pardon me if I just want to know what the hell is going on in your precious Work Of Art. Cinema is becoming like modern art, where the expression is so personal that it needs explanation by the auteur. And don’t give me that “mood” jive, either. You wanna see a mood, just watch my expression as I hit the “outta here” button on the remote.
I do make an exception for the Scandi-noir movies and TV shows, because the Scandis only ever get about two hours of sunlight a day, so an average production would take years to shoot if they waited for sunny days.
But even that’s a problem: in every police station I’ve ever been in (and there have been quite a few hem hem), the rooms are brightly lit to almost daylight levels. In the movies, I’m constantly yelling at the screen for someone to hit a light switch.
No wonder they miss so many clues: they can’t fucking see them.
And no wonder so many people are ditching Netflix, Prime et al., when so many movies are being made according to the Intangible / Unintelligible Sludge formula.