After Tim Burton’s weak effort at a Wonka remake (made 20 years ago!) I’m not sure the world was calling out for more, and a prequel starring Timothée Man-of-the-moment Chalamet seems on the face of it like another cynical cash grab.
A papal drama shot with such sobriety and gravity that it takes a while for the penny to drop and you the viewer to realise it’s pretty much a train-station pulp novel wearing a weird Vatican hat.
A multi-generational story of a Palestinian family who moved to Brooklyn, as told by the mothers, daughters, nieces and aunts in the group.
In two and bit hours I will will to became a guy who will have seen Tenet. I am starting this review with the last paragraph and the whole thing is a palindrome. 🎵BRRRRRRRRRRR🎵
It’s been a few years since I last watched this, and I’m probably in a very small club of people who have seen it twice. It’s my wife’s favourite film though so here we are again.
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