Brad Pitt spends a lifetime aging backward in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, and there are points in the movie where your tired hindquarters feel as if they've been along for every minute of his strange journey.
If only the screenplay had taken its time to fully and organically flesh out its characters and their emotions, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button would have been a much more emotionally powerful experience.
The film is sporadically entertaining and intends to be profound but has nothing to say about life except we shouldn't waste a single precious moment of it. But I learned that already from Jim Carrey in Yes Man, and in nearly half the time.
The literal Benjamin Button that Fincher and Pitt have created with special effects is bland and passive even in the years when you'd think a reverse-ager would be most conflicted, fatalistic, or wise.
The new eighty in Hollywood as a one year old. And by the time Pitt's lover is clutching her object of erotic desire as he squirms around in her arms in diapers and all of one foot long, let's just say that it's more than a little on the kinky side.