Owen Hughes’s review:
I really liked it. I saw it at the local village hall with about 60 pensioners and not one of them, as far as I could tell, understood a single thing that was going on. But, I tell you what, watching films with old people on uncomfortable chairs with an old guy giving you an introduction to the film >>>>>> being in a cinema with teenage or middle-age dickheads talking/eating loudly/using phones/etc.
Oops, sorry, went off on a bit of a tangent there.
The film itself was really good, I thought. Sure, it might’ve been slow, but it built atmosphere, suspense and intensity really well. I think I managed to keep a firm grasp on the plot, and what was going on, with just a few niggly little things that I’m not sure about but maybe not right to mention in this review, rather worth talking to someone who’s seen it before instead.
It’s very slow, so won’t appeal to everyone, but I liked it and I’d recommend it. Shame Oldman didn’t win at the Bafta’s or Oscar’s, but I guess nothing was going to beat The Artist.