
Official Secrets movie review: blow all the whistles
Not a spy thriller but a story of emotional and intellectual suspense wrangling with matters of patriotism and of conscience, and of just how far journalism’s watchdog role can and should take it.

Not a spy thriller but a story of emotional and intellectual suspense wrangling with matters of patriotism and of conscience, and of just how far journalism’s watchdog role can and should take it.
William Skidelsky in The Observer recently went off on a rant that has the definite whiff of Emily Litella about it: “It’s time to stop this obsession with works of art based on real events,” insists his headline. For some reason this makes me believe he must be misunderstanding some other problem…
If a film must stand the test of time, is there an optimal age for a great film before it starts to feel dated? What are you personal criteria for cinematic greatness… and does it bother you when other film fans use different criteria?