J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy) is brilliant but not especially well-liked in theoretical physicist circles. His left-leaning views keep him on the outskirts of government-funded projects but soon the desperation to beat the Nazis overwhelms and Oppie is read on to the Manhattan Project, working with some of the finest minds in the world. He opens his dream station, a self-contained town in the New Mexico desert called Los Alamos focused on one goal: a fission bomb. But success comes with a price and post-war America suddenly remembers all its petty internal squabbles.
This movie is three hours long and I felt every minute of it drag past like sandpaper on skin. Sure, it's beautiful and well-acted. The dialogue is hokey and the female roles are cardboard but the most egregious sin is that it's a Mary Sue role for the director. "Look at the tortured genius! Women love him, men want to be him, but jealous hacks conspire to bring him down!" It has the same energy as Lord Helmet playing with action figures.
Robert Downey, Jr. is definitely getting a nom for Supporting Actor, Murphy is definitely getting a nom for Best Actor, Emily Blunt may get one for Supporting Actress, long shot for Best Actress, and it's probably getting Best Picture, Cinematography, Visual Effects, and Director. Maybe Adapted Screenplay, Editing, and Costumes. It 100% was not my favorite and it wouldn't have made my top 10 of the year. But other people sure did like it and maybe you will too.
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