The Snowman is missing so much basic connective tissue as to be rendered almost completely inexplicable.
In the end, it only serves to validate George Clooney’s devotion to showmanship as Hollywood’s current reigning poster boy for blue-state morality.
The film boldly raises the unanswerable question of whether it’s better for an artist to safely isolate his work or tweak it a bit so as to share it with the world.
Conventional wisdom suggested that adaptations of the biggest bestsellers would make up much of this year’s shortlist.
It’s both unfair and too easy to shake out predictions for this category based on what is most likely to appeal to the Kindle Fire set.
Alfredson’s and Straughan’s dialed-back, demure technique was also adopted by Oldman and Firth for their performances.