David France’s most remarkable accomplishment emerges from an aesthetic commitment of a very particular kind.
It passionately covers a number of important issues without quite unifying them into a coherent whole.
It produces a collection of one-dimensional facts strung together with an utmost respect for chronology and documentary-making’s most stale conventions.
It almost seems like AMPAS is trying to pull one over on us—or, at the very least, sneak one past us while we’re not looking.
The annual flood of see-them-or-be-left-out titles will pummel your poor movie-buff planning like a surging tsunami.
This film paints the picture.