Peter Dinklage is wonderful, but this feels like a suggestion of a movie, not an actual one. It’s not romantic; there’s no humor, no absurdity. Its unpleasantness is as puzzling as it is inescapable.
With links to my reviews. I’ll be adding reviews of the last few films I haven’t yet covered between now and the Oscars.
Not in a cosplay sort of way, that is, but as a fashion statement.
There is no pretense that we’re getting a realistic depiction of late-19th-century Russia. Director Joe Wright isn’t merely crafting a metaphor about the social structures under which we all live: he’s underscoring the artificiality of cinema itself.
Joe Wright. Keira Knightley. I have high hopes for this one.