The trick that all good biopics of larger than life individuals need to pull is to never reveal their tricks. Joe Wright‘s Darkest Hour has Gary Oldman playing Churchill, an absolute genius stroke of casting, both men fireballs of passion, eloquence and wit, with a stubborn streak as wide as the English Channel. Nothing should have stood in the way of this performance, but it did, and so it ended with a thud, not an elation, which it deserved more than anything in this cynical world. Because saying NO to the devil after walking through the valley of the shadow of death for two hours should get a bit more love.
Author: © Milana Vujkov