F for Fake

Possesses the same flair for reveals and rug-pulling that makes the likes of the first season of Sherlock compelling and entertaining, but without the smugness or contrived plotting. The former is some achievement considering the stature of the man whose fingers and face are all over F for Fake, but then Orson always possessed a sense of humour and an awareness for where it were best appropriate. Meanwhile the witty, dense, intelligent, intricate and never-unengaging plotting disguised as tossed-off, meandering stream-of-consciousness is the film's greatest achievement this side of shruggily dispelling Godard's famous falsism "le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par seconde".

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