As we walked out, Lindsay said, “I feel like I’ve been traumatized.”
Every freaking commercial we saw plugged this movie as a romance. But there were 10 minutes of romance in the 120-minute film. Total bait-and-switch technique.
Don’t promise me a romance and then force me to watch a historic movie where animals are beaten, women are beaten, and old people are tossed off trains. It was as violent as watching news coverage of the Middle East.
At one point, Lindsay turned to me and said, “If I have to watch one more animal get hurt, I’m out of here.”
Look, I get that this is a gritty realistic portrayal of 1930s carnival life. But why in the name of all that is sacred did the marketing team bill it as a romance?!
We never saw why Jacob fell in love with Marlena. Honestly, they barely interacted. Their only bond seemed to be a mutual sense of kindness to animals that was repulsed by the carnival owner’s brutality.
After watching a horse get its brains blown out, then an elephant repeatedly beaten and left bleeding, I had zero interest in this movie. Total turnoff.
So when the starcrossed-lovers finally kissed, I didn’t care.
I felt lied to and misled by the movie promoters. Like I was forced to watch a movie I didn’t sign up to see, which destroyed my ability to take anything away from this movie.
Except a need for an hour of Disney tv to bring my mind back from the absolute revulsion of this film.