I rarely write movie reviews, but there comes a time when one mediocre movie blows up and consequently threatens the integrity of the entire filmverse. This is such a time, and “A Star Is Born” is such a movie.
“What do you mean, Maeve?” you may be asking. “Everyone on campus is talking about ‘A Star Is Born.’ It’s a fresh take on a classic love story.”
It isn’t. It’s a boring, overdone tale about two hateable characters, wrought with lame foreshadowing and shameless pandering during its disastrously long run time.
Let’s start with the man behind the vanity project: Bradley Cooper. I love Bradley Cooper. We all love Bradley Cooper. But does this mean we have to love listening to Bradley Cooper play nondescript country songs in a voice that we have not yet heard for a reason? To this I say, “Please no.”
Cooper’s performance of an unconvincing and unoriginal drunk must be due in part to lazy acting and in part to dialogue that reads like a Madlib made up entirely of clichés. This was quite a disappointment from the man who gave us the performance of a lifetime in “American Sniper,” leaving me to wonder whether the only research Cooper did for this film included watching reruns of “Lou Grant” and going a few days without washing his hair.