Shout out to Theresa Russell’s hair dos, Köln concert on the score… pretty much everything else, yeah nah. Garfunkel isn’t sufficiently anything enough to draw you along a very narrow path in which this could be interesting. Keitel isn’t right for the context at all. I appreciate the mismatched space/time editing stuff, but I just wish this was shackled to something 10% as alluring as a Hitchcock to make the rancid denouement actually hit. As tawdry as the act itself? Maybe, but did I have to sit through two hours on a Viennese couch to get there?

With respect, DNF.

Absolute wild privilege to interview Mike Leigh on stage, matched only by the level of genuine love for him in the audience, which felt like the summation of a life making incredible work that offers something truly set apart and valued by audiences.

On the other hand, I will never forget him answering, ‘What do you mean specifically by ‘intelligence’ when it comes to acting?’ with, ‘well actors are like anyone. Some people are intelligent………………. and some are thick as pig shit.’

More concerts should have staged pillow fights is what I’m saying.