I've ner seen such a laughable biopic than this one. I remember watching this when I was very young, and I thought of it as an okay movie back then, but boy this movie didn't age well.

The script by Akiva Goldsmith is atotal mess. Let's start with the first Hollywood cliché: so no matter how unlikeable and unrelatable our protagonist is, and don't worry he's going to be a dick to everyone, but as long as he's a genius (or the chosen one) every other character in this film will want to be friends with him. What Jennifer Connelly's character finds so intriguing about this guy, shall forever be a mystery. I hope the real John Nash wasn't this piece of work, because the scripts bends itself backwards to make him as unlikeable as possible but everybody is written to like him, Meanwhile the movie never bothers to "show" what makes Nash a genius, it always "tells" through other characters. His theory is never properly explored or his genius, he's apparently good at breaking codes by looking at numbers. ALright, let's go into M Night territory.

The movie makes a hard turn and changes the pace to hard drama, but the way Crowe is directed, sometimes borders on the edges of comedy. Seriously there's a scene where his wife tells him that the family might be more important than his work. Hard cut to Crowe neglectfully holding his baby in the kitchen with a catatonic look, that was definitely a comedy cut and it had me howling. The direction is what you expect from Ron Howard: bland, dull but gets the job done. The budget is the only thing that prevents it from being a b-movie. Even the soundtrack by James Horner is pushing way too much. It's one of those films that try to pander so hard for the Oscars that you need a shower afterwards.