Distance: 2 miles, yoga
|George MacKay in Sam Mendes' 1917|
Imagine embodying the entire spectrum of World War I horror and grief in a young English Everyman on one day in April, 1917. That seems to be what director Sam Mendes set out to do in his film 1917. And, in several ways he succeeds, eg, excellent, understated acting and perfect cinematography.
But for Ciwt the rest of the movie is so contived, arty-farty and theatrical as to render 1917 dull, removed and, actually quite odd.
She hopes Oscar doesn't fall for it like the Globes did.