Sunday, April 17, 2011
Is it me, or is The Conspirator basically the script of Breaker Morant dressed up in American Civil War drag and crowned with a post-9/11 polemical spiel like a big hat with ostrich feathers? Not that I have a problem with polemical spiels, necessarily. Or big hats with ostrich feathers. Or even combinations of the two. But an augustly mutton-chopped Kevin Kline peering through little rectangular frames and pronouncing mock-earnestly on the need to save the nation from itself really makes me wish they'd save the Lehrstücke for Stephen Colbert.