Paul Robeson's performance is excellent, and I really want to see more of his work now. The rest of the film...it's ok? Pretty visually uninteresting unfortunately, which for a silent film can often be death. At first I really hated the inter-titles, which are written in phonetic dialect spelling and, from a filmmaker who wasn't black, they'd be blatantly racist. But since it's Micheaux...I'm not sure. Maybe he was going for the same thing many Harlem Renaissance poets went for…
Handsomely mounted and entirely devoid of any kind of substance. Note to my cisgender friends, this is coming from a real life Certified Trans Woman™: you don't have to pretend to like this movie anymore. It's not very good.
Full review here: dimthehouselights.com/2015/12/the-danish-girl/
Compared to its obvious sister piece, The Fog of War (a masterpiece of documentary filmmaking), The Unknown Known can seem frustratingly elusive and indirect. Rumsfeld seems almost pathologically incapable of answering a question straight, and his near-constant denial of basic facts (even when shown to him directly) is maddening at times. However, Errol Morris is a great filmmaker, and he uses this slippery quality to express the very character of the man he's sat down to interview. In every evasive…