Inventively impressively definitively nuts, and wonderfully so. Daniel Radcliffe is very wooden, then not, same for Paul Dano, but less so, as required, so well done both. Writers directors the DANIELS share this little triumph with many on their team but I want to single out editor Matthew Hannam for whipping serious life I into it. An oddball classic.
Max Harwood is quite good. Richard E. Grant is quite good although his singing voice is about as weak as mine… so that’s a limitation. And everyone else is fine too, but somehow this musical is not quite catchy enough, the peril is not quite powerful enough, and the direction is not quite snappy enough. So it’s fun, and it’s fine, and it should put Max Harwood on the road to recognition, but it’s not an all time, this one, it’s a onetime diversion.
Quite the epic. A fiction inspired by the life of painter Gerhard Richter, Florian Henckel van Donnersmarck's Werk Ohne Autor (which literally means Work Without Author, and could have been translated as Uncredited Work, or simply Anonymous) tells the story of Kurt Barnert, a prodigiously talented boy growing up on the outskirts of Dresden, Germany in the 1930s, who witnesses the bombing of that city and the destruction of his family in the 1940s, who trains as an artist in…
What a slow-burning piece of shit. What an irretrievable stinker. What a dump-truck of dumb. This is not the film that you describe by saying "Not even the estimable Patricia Clarkson could save this sorry celluloid", this is the film that took the preternaturally gifted Ms Clarkson and broke her. This is the film where director Carol Morley told Patsy Clarkson to stare off blankly into space, and "I'll film that for 4 hours".
Of course TIFF claims that the…