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J. Edgar
Look, Clint Eastwood: Don’t tackle a biopic subject with a debatable history of homosexuality and crossdressing, then “leave it up to the audience” to decide whether any of it is true. We’re already wondering if it’s true. You have to make a believable portrait of a human being with that information now. Unfortunately, J. Edgar turned out to be an overlong, makeup-heavy, historically questionable snooze. And what was with the bleak, hazy cinematography in this movie? It’s like Clint filmed the entire thing by a dimly lit shelf at Abercrombie & Fitch. Then there’s Leonardo DiCaprio‘s performance. At some point in Leo’s adult life, he decided he was only capable of playing rich people with Asperger’s, and here he’s at his most socially awkward and transparently “intense.”
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