King’s Row (1942)
[See discussion under “My Diary” for June 18, 2014]
[See discussion under “My Diary” for June 18, 2014]
Kevin Spacey, sensitivity snob, is in his element in this laughably inept tribute to teen angst.
If, as I believe, the new media aristocracy is essentially the aristocracy of feeling, then Johnny Depp is the crown prince. Was ever a face more perfectly constructed to express our turn-of-the-century ideal of a fine vulnerability, a noble sensitivity to every emotional breeze that ripples its surface? Unfortunately, with looks like his there are…
An entertaining romp very much in the familiar style, and with the familiar wit, of its author, Wes Anderson — though no more than that