If I had to pick a least-favorite filmmaker, Lasse Hallstrom would be high up on the list. With films like "The Cider House Rules" and "Chocolat," he has proven that even discriminating audiences and critics will embrace plodding trash, just so long as it's draped in a veil of pedigree and legitimacy.
To me, he embodies the "boring European" stereotype, but there is at least one movie on his resume that prevents Hallstrom from being completely worthless: "What's Eating Gilbert Grape," an overlooked triumph of a film that perfectly captures the introspective, low-key moodiness that the filmmaker always strives for but almost never achieves.
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