Had a much better time with this than expected — "anti-brutalist, pro-Zionist" might otherwise have been concocted in a lab specifically to vex me, and it did, but there's thankfully enough to chew on here to make this more than just an ideological exercise in auteurist bravado and large-format celluloid fetishism.
Plenty to admire, then. Most of all, quite astonishingly, Joe Alwyn: a Transatlantic boxcar and "fat-headed son" (a line reading impeccably delivered by Guy Pierce, whose brandy-acting here hit…
