Poem: Floppenheimer

A poem about not liking Christopher Nolan movies. Especially his latest

Christopher Nolan knows
which way to make you think; drink in
his movies which run like giant
show-reels in constant advertisement

to, and of, themselves. ‘Here’s one where
I take science and turn it into science fiction’
he all but howls at the screen. Seeing things
in his own version of black and white.

Three hours of turning the other cheek
in every effort to get comfortable - just
to end with the clanger that such eventual
stench was the world.

Nah man, I’m good.
Your Batman was boring.
You need to tell a single story
with a single timeline.