Even as Boyhood steamrolled the critics groups, even as it dominated the Golden Globes, we had our doubts about its frontrunner status here and in best picture.
Of Bennett Miller’s many directorial feats, his canniest is his depiction of the precariousness of bonds, and how those bonds can shift, drastically yet almost imperceptibly.
Enervated to the point of somnolence, Miller’s film squanders inherently intriguing material.
The film’s box office and critical successes probably mean that its nomination haul won’t end with Blanchett.
If ever there were a Brad Pitt performance worthy of awards talk, surely it’s the actor’s turn in the unexpectedly sophisticated Moneyball.
This wavering, intermittently smart story of daring to think differently flattens its narrative into formula.
Moneyball confronts co-writer Aaron Sorkin with a milieu in which he has trouble being putatively witty.
Infamous takes a more complex approach to exploring Truman Capote’s disintegration than Bennett Miller’s Capote.
Bennett Miller’s film has an axe to grind against its subject, the quite horrible but quite gifted writer Truman Capote.