SummaryGuy Montag (Michael B. Jordan) does his job of burning books without question until he meets someone that helps him to decide to go against his mentor (Michael Shannon) and society at large in Ramin Bahrani's adaptation of Ray Bradbury's sci-fi novel of the same name.
SummaryGuy Montag (Michael B. Jordan) does his job of burning books without question until he meets someone that helps him to decide to go against his mentor (Michael Shannon) and society at large in Ramin Bahrani's adaptation of Ray Bradbury's sci-fi novel of the same name.
It feels timeless, but also very much of-the-time. More so than Francois Truffaut’s 1966 version of Fahrenheit--This Fahrenheit is distinctive, so on-message from one moment to the next, and so scary in both its depictions and implications, that there are times where it feels as if it’s intellectually brutalizing the audience, slapping viewers across the face to get them to wake up from a stupor.
Shannon’s venomous glares and cinderblock grins only elicit the faintest shiver of dread. The actor’s failure to supply a proper freak-out goes toward the tepidness of this Fahrenheit, which has a real feel of about fifty-eight. ... The more interesting romance in the film is between Montag and Beatty. ... The quick sketch of the machismo of fascism makes a searing impression.
Proving you can't judge a book -- or movie -- by its cover, "Fahrenheit 451" turns out to be considerably less than the sum of its parts. Featuring the tantalizing tandem of Michael B. Jordan and Michael Shannon, this HBO movie adaptation of Ray Bradbury's dystopian novel grinds along sluggishly, eclipsed by similar visions ("The Handmaid's Tale," anyone?) and becoming one of those films that, alas, looked better on paper.
The result is a story boiled down to a husk, a simplistic statement enacted by one-note characters whose internal conflicts--when they exist--are underexplored. ... Jordan, however, is the redeeming factor in the HBO movie.
Bahrani renders reading passive without any sense of irony, reducing books to a bland MacGuffin. Unsurprisingly, Bahrani fashions a classic into a futuristic chase film with endless torrents of exposition, which represents every culturally bastardizing tendency it pretends to decry.