I too found BABEL to be fairly dull. All the main characters aside from Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett were mostly unlikeable. About thirty minutes into the film, I was ready to turn it off and walk away, but kept watching out of a sense of obligation.
The main thing, though, is that it's a mesmerising visual feast - and film is above all else a visual art form, is it not? The extraordinary final shot (surely destined to be one of the most talked-about final shots in motion picture history) is alone worth the price of admission.
While the last shot was great, I didn't think it was visually all that spectacular. It had the same kind of "indie film" look that I've seen countless other films have. To be fair, I didn't see it on a big screen, but if this film has nothing to offer beyond visuals, it's not really worth my time.
But there's a lot more to BABEL than pretty pictures, even though the pretty pictures are admittedly the main draw. (And, come on, how can you not concede the brilliance of this movie's visual style[s]? The Tokyo playground/nightclub episode, for instance, is shot and edited in a way that has a practically hypnotic effect, and will, I think, be remembered as one of the all-time great virtuoso sequences in motion picture history. It's like a modern version of the Tokyo nightlife tour in IKIRU. When my ship comes in and a really terrific giant plasma TV/high definition DVD combo is finally mine, BABEL will be my first HD disc purchase.)
The performances are exceptional and the characters by and large very interesting. An endlessly thought-provoking script that credits the audience with enough curiosity to want to fill in some of the blanks. Great use of music, too.
Still, even if BABEL
did have "nothing to offer beyond visuals", why would that necessarily be a bad thing? Wouldn't you agree that film is -
should be - 99.9% visual mood-setting and visual storytelling, and the rest is just gravy?
Now, BABEL does go on too long, and it's rather heavy-handed in places (the scenes with the brutal Moroccan cops spring to mind), but it's nonetheless packed with more quality than most directors manage over the course of entire careers. Like KOYAANISQATSI with a plot, or an intellectual, internationalist PULP FICTION (or, indeed, like SYRIANA with nothing to do with oil

), this is a poetic great novel of a film, groaning with weighty themes and sociological detail while being mesmerisingly beautiful at the same time.