Colin Trevorrow is coming off his own worst nightmare: "The Book of Henry." I decided to catch a press screening of the film earlier last month because, well, I wanted to see some of Trevorrow's chops before the "Star Wars" storm hits next year. What I didn't expect was the worst movie of the year, which, as it stands now, "The Book of Henry" most definitely is. A sentimental, misguided, confused and jumbled mess of a movie. A horrid mix of genres that never adds up. "Star Wars" fans buckle your seat belts, the next few months might be a very bumpy ride because there will be no end to the disruptors claiming that Trevorrow is not suited for Episode IX's director chair.
He, yet again, had to defend himself in yesterday at a film festival:
“I think the challenge for me is to recognize that everyone has their own personal relationship with these stories, and it’s different depending on who you are ... And I need to make a film that you’ll appreciate even if your experience with it was different, which is making something that will be deeply emotionally resonant and satisfying for people all around the world. And I think about it a lot."
Ok, let's see what you got then Colin. In all honesty, Disney can probably make any sub-par filmmaker look competent enough. These movies are, after all, creatively controlled by them so the scope is very limited in how Colin could frankly fuck this up. Sure, it's a little different with Rian Johnson as he has had a considerable impact on the creative process with Disney, but Colin not as important. We do know he's on a tight leash so he will likely adhere to whatever Disney tells him to do.
[THR]