One of those films where someone gets cancer and slowly dies, it sounds like just the sort of thing most of us don’t need right now. Surprisingly, though, it might be just the thing.
This grippingly idiosyncratic limited series raises a perennially relevant moral conundrum: in such a troubled game of life, is it even possible to lead a functional, let alone ethical, human existence?
Simultaneously ruthlessly distanced and heartfelt, the series serves up a refreshing validation of conflicting emotions in the wake of sudden, life-altering loss.
Broody, restrained, and a verbally-attentive kind of beautiful, this adaptation of Henry V wraps up Shakespeare’s plot in an aesthetic blend of Braveheart and The Crown.
It is difficult to decide which of two seemingly opposite things to say first: that this is a very good, perhaps even great, film. Or that there is very little commendable in what it depicts.