I try and mix my favourites up regularly. Apart from 2010 True Grit. That’s here to stay.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Can’t work this out - it’s obviously not completely a film for adults - the insane amount of spoken exposition, and lines like ‘a fanboy knows a hater’ kind of give that away, but there’s no way this can seriously be targeted at children either - there’s references to The Shining, the characters say shit and fuck, and there’s even a couple of kind of strange and incongruous references to online sex. The Shining sequence is the good part of this film, presumably because it’s the only pop culture reference in the entire story that Spielberg is emotionally invested in. If so, it shows.
Another film, a little like Suffragette, that’s undoubted worthiness isn’t necessarily proportionate to its quality. This is a medium and staging made for Sorkin, and his trademark dialogue is there. The performances are good, although I feel like I’ve seen Frank Langella play that character a thousand times. The sudden disappearance of Bobby Seale (and also Fred Hampton) from the story doesn’t carry the weight their role deserves as the narrative caves to, as Seale says, the crusade of the…