I rarely will declare a rating right after I watch a film. Usually, I’ll log it, and let it drift around my subconscious for a day or more, and then usually not until I’ve thoroughly thought it through while compositing a review. Not Locke. I knew I considered it a masterpiece right away, and worthy of a full five stars.
Two handers are difficult to pull off, and that was only emphasized even further to me during my recent viewing of Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay’s performances in Andrew Haigh’s 45 Years. The success was the subtle depth that lurked beneath the banal that was encoded in the script, and perfectly realized by two experienced veterans at the peak of…