It's as manipulative as it is dishonest, but unlike many other far
lesser films worthy of the same description, all this flick's shamelessness is on purpose.
Not exact matches
Never the
less a
worthy film from Attenborough that has been forgotten and easily sits in the top twenty of all time bio pics.
Anderson's
film may be
less deranged, but if anything it surpasses Aronofsky's in eviscerating the weakness of a man who deems his art more
worthy of his time than the woman he shunts to the side.
It's difficult to say whether we should be pleased it's watchable rather than wondering why it isn't better, but considering the talent involved here, anything
less than a good
film is probably
worthy of considering a major disappointment.
Alas, if the punch lines were a bit
less sophomoric, we'd have a
film worthy of its lively and capable cast.
It's a perplexing
film, but it's never
less than
worthy of serious grappling.