NEW YORK — Local filmgoer Damian Burgess gave a monologue about Brady Corbet’s The Brutalist that was desperately in-need of an intermission, according to frustrated friends.
“I love that Damian loves movies; that’s great for him. But if I’m not going to be able to speak at all in our discussion of The Brutalist, then at least give me fifteen minutes where I’m allowed to go to the bathroom,” explained Burgess’ co-worker Regan Joyce. “I’m not one of those people who insists every movie discussion needs to be 90 minutes or less, but I do like to drink a soda during them, so I’m gonna have to pee at some point.”
“He rattled on so long without giving me a chance to butt in, that I’m not even sure he knows I saw the movie,” she added. “And I was at the same showing as him! The free poster I got from the screening was within his line of sight!”
Reviews of Burgess’s review of The Brutalist were less favorable than Burgess’s review of The Brutalist, which by all accounts, he enjoyed (both the film and also his own review of the film).
“Damian’s slab of a statement on the film was sturdy at its core, yet betrayed a darkness within him that shook me. It’s a bleak portrayal, one that will stay with me for quite some time,” said an on-looker who witnessed the one-sided conversation unfold. “There’s a darkness at the center of this man. I’m not entirely sure what he was trying to say to me, but I left feeling sad.”
As of press time, Burgess was not asked to comment, despite many attempts by him to submit one.
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