Mylod’s sole visual idea is staging Fiennes center frame with rows of kitchen lamps in the background flanking his head on either side (he’s a precise man, and he’s in control, get it?) I swear he comes back to this same composition like 6 separate times
Anya eminently charming, Hoult gleefully hateable, Fiennes collecting a check. Fun ending!
Couldn't settle on just one review, so here's eight.
1. Wow, I love Jews now!
2. Really good in this movie about the Holocaust to have CollegeHumor-style "I totally wouldn't say this in real life but because this is comedy I can just say directly the things which I want to critique e.g. 'I wish more of our lads had your blind fanaticism'"
3. Hitwah make fwunny faces an dance :)
4. There was a lady in the back row…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
It’s not even worth it to dive into the discursive David Foster Wallace stuff, the diatribe against A Woman Under the Influence, the heated takedown of the problematic lyrics of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”, or the author of the source material and his impressive political connections (his brother-in-law is the President of Iceland… hmm I wonder if he could have gotten some strings pulled? Maybe a book deal wrestled out of the effete hands of Simon & Schuster? Perhaps even a…