This adaptation gets straight to the heart of the material, which is basically two hours of stray cats introducing themselves.
One doesn’t doubt the filmmakers’ empathy for Lili even as one questions its sentimentality.
Downloaded, a chronicle of the rise and fall of Napster, falls on the more conventional end of the documentary spectrum.
It’s at this point we had to ask ourselves, “Is Argo really going to end up a two-Oscar Best Picture winner?”
Let’s try to rid our minds of the deplorable notion that Spielberg and Lee are contending for an award that belongs to Affleck.
Blergh. Weeks ago I dreamed a dream where all the particulars of my presently contentious relationship with Anne Hathaway were manifest.
The surefire frontrunners are Kathryn Bigelow, Ben Affleck, and Steven Spielberg.
Everything in the film, songs included, is cranked to 11, the melodrama of it all soaring.
Consider Bigelow a virtual lock, tightening up the Best Director field alongside Steven Spielberg, Ang Lee, Ben Affleck, and, perhaps, Tom Hooper or David O. Russell.
Throughout, Michell and screenwriter Richard Nelson keep you at arm’s length from Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Will the Academy really go for a star-free, Sendak-esque allegory, whose rugged charms are tied to its loose lack of answers?
As pseudo-highbrow entertainments go, The King’s Speech is slightly north of enjoyable.
Six. That’s the number of times the DGA winner has failed to win the Oscar. Advantage: Tom Hooper. Two thousand and three.
Now, to be clear, Inception, which makes the juggled alternate realities of Back to the Future Part II seem complicated in comparison.
The King’s Speech barely buys what it’s selling.
Peter Morgan’s interest in prominent media figures intent on proving themselves worthy of their public spotlight positions continues with The Damned United.