directed by: James Marsh
written by: Anthony McCarten
starring: Eddie Redmayne, Felicity Jones, Emily Watson
seen: 2nd May, 2015
Oh my. Why must Eddie be famous because of this film and not something else, let's say Savage Grace. The world of film is so unjust. And it still stands that I don't know how to assess these so called "Oscar films". They don't even have to get some golden statues in the end, but the point is that they are all hopelessly identical (and uninteresting). A bunch of hired professionals makes it, it follows all the american rules that dictate what happens on exactly which page of the script, and it's about some ornate topic or life, BUT it still manages to be as impersonal and overly sentimental as possible. In short, as soon as you can hear a piano playing gently even before the production company logos stop showing, you know you are watching one of "those" films.
Too bad "this" film doesn't include more of the silent sensory perception like when Hawking watches a willow tree in the wind behind the window after his tracheotomy. The film-makers instead concentrate on a relationship drama that seems too private to be shown as a main attraction, in my opinion. I find Felicity Jones extremely irritating in this role and I don't think she has the charisma necessary to pull of the gravitas of her part.
(Post scriptum: When this film ended, I wiped the single tear and went to make myself some food. After "Hawking" with Cumberbatch, I went to buy myself "A Brief history of time".)
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