20 years into his accomplished directing career, Mendes decides to be a writer as well and the moment doesn’t go as well as he thought it would. This film had all the makings to be ate up during awards season, especially on the technical front, but the story in how it’s written boggles everything else down and it’s tough to see it standing on its own with the rest of the Oscar frontrunners.
I came into this one thinking it was a strict love letter to cinema when that’s actually not the story’s true focus. Spielberg’s latest project would be the better choice for that, and a much more fulfilling watch. This was more of a look into mental illness and two very different people who cross paths.
Definitely not Colman’s best performance, but it wasn’t outright bad either. She’s still one of the best working actresses today. Saw someone who tried to make the best with what she got in the script, and the same goes for the rest of the cast.