A beautiful visual score of sweeping colour, and some of the most brilliant acting of the year couldn't entirely save 'The Theory of Everything' from its slack editing and saccharine soundscape.
It missed an opportunity to tell an exceptional man's story. I'm not angry; I'm just slightly disappointed.
Pablo Picasso said "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." and there is something a little Picasso about Frank. He bears the same sort of irreverent, vulnerable charm, inhabiting his woods and lakeside landscapes, with the sort of dreamworld intensity of a child at play.
We orbit with the other characters; he is an bewitching star to behold.
Foxcatcher is butter spread over too much toast. It meanders, lingers, and eventually loiters on your time.
"This has the power to fill you up again if you let it"
Reese With-a-spork & James Morby
Well, that was a delight. That was a little bit of exactly-what-I-needed. Valleé's direction wasn't far off perfection, and lets you "put yourself in the way of beauty".
I'll confess: I'm yearning for the sort of epic pilgrimage that Reese With-a-spork's Sheryl experiences during 'Wild', so I might be biased. But this find-yourself adventure had me from the pre-title swearing, held me throughout,…
