I like a wide variety of movies, but the only reason that I managed to sit through this one was because I went with a friend. Even so, I so badly wanted to get out and go do something else with my day. This falls into what one might call "artsy fartsy"--something so wrapped up in being artistic that it doesn't actually get anywhere. If you like spending two hours watching images of art and images of real life that maybe looks like art, with occasional commentary about art, then this is for you. There's no plot--the blurbs and reviews that say things like "two people develop their relationship by a deeper understanding of art and the world around them" is nonsense--there's not enough plot there to actually be called a plot and not enough character development to really care about the few scenes in which they appear. So--lots of shots of heads, of birds, of drab scenes with red accents, never clear why. EVERYTHING in this movie is slow. Everything. Do not expect to have a single exciting or wake-up moment anywhere. There are probably a dozen funny lines. I suppose that you could come away with the message that art is life and life is art, but I don't have to sit for two hours seeing silent pictures of art and pictures of street scenes to get that message.
Review of Museum Hours
