The end of this movie was the best part, not just because I no longer had to watch it, but it's where all the footage from the 1980 Central Park gatherings remembering John Lennon were, and they brought me to tears.
If you don't recognize this title, let me rephrase it for you: The Movie That Beautiful Jared Leto Put on 70 Pounds For. He plays Mark David Chapman, arguably the most infamous assassin of the last couple of centuries, with the possible exception of John Wilkes Booth. Unfortunately, instead of really giving us a look into the deteriorating mind of a killer, we listen to a lot of yammering voiceovers, mouth-breathing and bizarre speech patterns. The film’s title is a reference to JD Salinger's novel The Catcher in the Rye, which was Chapman’s second obsession, with Lennon and the Beatles at large being the first. Because seeing him carry the book around during the movie and being told by him explicitly that it is his statement to the police and his Bible is not enough, we are treated to shots of waving rye fields throughout the film. Bang, bang, Maxwell’s silver hammer came down upon [our] head[s].
A pre-totally washed-up Lindsay Lohan appears in a thankless role as the fictional Jude (Hey!), a fellow Beatles mega-fan. It takes this poor sap two full days to realize that the man she's been chatting with is a crazy nutjob. If a slow-moving stranger ever came up to me and offered to buy me dinner, and he had the voice of a eunuch swimming in molasses, I'd be a mile away in .5 seconds, but I guess I'm a little less trusting than a lot of people.
It's too bad that this didn't work out as a movie. John Lennon deserved better.
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