Sunday, May 24, 2015

Sunday Snapshot–Just Another Weekend of Binge Watching Art Documentaries

In Sunday Snapshot, I procrastinate on doing stuff of actual import. Yay!

Thor's going in the corner to be with his books now.


What I'm reading this very moment:

Oblivion by Kelly Creagh: While writing about the upcoming releases I am super excited about this week, I ran across Oblivion on Edelweiss. Naturally I downloaded the ARC immediately.

The Monet Murders by Terry Mort: This is a historical mystery set in 1930s Hollywood. It's really good, but not grabbing me. I might just leave it and move on to something else.

Movies watched:

I went on a bit of an art docs binge this week.

the art of the steal
The Art of the Steal, directed by Don Argott

This documentary follows the move of The Barnes Foundation, the home of arguably the greatest private collection of modern art in the world, to downtown Philadelphia in direct violation of the Foundation's charter. Effectively, the Philadelphia Museum of Art "stole" the paintings in the Barnes. Whatever you think of why and how this happened, the movie is a fascinating glimpse into the power politics of cultural institutions and how they maintain the status quo. Recommended!

exit through the gift shop
Exit Through the Gift Shop, directed by Banksy

Thierry Guetta, a French immigrant living in Los Angeles, decides to make a movie about street artists after meeting up with his cousin, who just so happens to be Space Invader. Over the course of many years, Thierry travels the world hanging out with famous street artists like Shepard Fairey and Banksy, filming their barely legal escapades. There's just one problem: Thierry has no idea how to make a movie. This film is very well-made, somewhat enigmatic and self-consciously ironic, with a strange twist at the end. Duchamp would have loved it.

the rape of europa
The Rape of Europa, directed by Richard Berge, Bonni Cohen, and Nicole Newnham

Did you ever watch that movie with George Clooney, Monuments Men? Well I did, because art. That movie is really long and boring. The Rape of Europa is about the exact same subject, and also really long, but super interesting. Unlike Monuments Men, it shows why art–and material culture in general–matters to people beyond its dollar sign. The film seems a little overly simplified at times (all Nazis are "savage" and "inhuman"; no mention is ever made that Allied museums like the Louvre were likewise populated with art taken from other countries after military campaigns), but the subject itself is just fascinating and complex. Well worth the watch.

mary and max
Mary and Max, starring Toni Collette and Philip Seymour Hoffman (not an art documentary)

I heard about this movie from Anachronist at Portable Pieces of Thought. It's about a little girl in Australia with no friends, who picks a random name out of a NYC telephone book and starts writing to Max, an overweight middle-aged man with Asperger's who also has no friends. It's a good movie, but it absolutely gutted me. I cried so much my mom asked me if I was okay. Soooooo... if that's your idea of a good time, go for it.



Reviews in the queue:

I might write a review of Capture, the third installment in the Elements of Chemistry series by Penny Reid. It was much better than the previous two books. You could really just read that one and call it good.

Theme of the week:

It seemed like this week went by really fast! I had a ton of deadlines, which kept me busy. Busy means I don't have time to spiral.

I'm still waiting on summer. At least the sun came out for the first time today in forever, that was nice.

homemade clear ice


Annnnnd I made clear ice! If you've ever tried to do this, you know how difficult it is (and okay, the ice isn't 100% clear, there are some bubbles in it). It took four days, two tries, a cooler, and a rolling pin, but I did it! These are, like, the most badass ice cubes I've ever had in my life.

Bonus:

the true face of shakespeare


Is this the true face of Shakespeare? As you may know, up until now, Shakespeare was like Jesus: no portrait made during his lifetime was known to exist. Recently, however, historical botanist Mark Griffiths says he decoded an Elizabethan (or Tudor? Seem to be some confusion on this) cipher that revealed this engraving in 400-year-old botany book to be a portrait of The Bard.

I really don't care if this is true or not, it sounds like a great set-up for a novel. Jennifer Lee Carrell needs to get on this and put it in a book, stat.



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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Upcoming Releases I Am Actually Super Excited About

Once upon a time, I kept a very detailed spreadsheet of upcoming releases, which I updated on a weekly basis. Nowadays, I'm the complete opposite–unless I happen to see a new release announcement on Facebook or Twitter, I exist in a fog where book releases do not register on my radar at all.

As I've said before, there aren't a lot of authors on my auto-buy list anymore. Even for authors I do consider "auto-buy," by the time I figure out they have a new release out it's usually at the library (unless they self-publish of course), so I borrow it there. If I love it, then I can buy it to add to my collection. If not, no loss on my end.

But! There are a couple of books I'm super excited about coming out later this year. What are they? *drumroll*

the english spy daniel silva
The English Spy by Daniel Silva (June 30th)–Silva's one of my auto-buy authors. I loved The English Girl, and The English Spy's title suggests this book will focus more on Christopher, one of the secondary characters populating the world of super agent Gabriel Allon. That's a good thing, because the book after The English Girl, The Heist, languished a bit.

In other news, I really hope Gabriel destroys Isis.






oblivion by kelly creagh
Oblivion by Kelly Creagh (July 28)–I read Nevermore, the first book in this trilogy, wayyyyyyyy back in 2010 and loved it. It was like if Snape and Lily actually hooked up at Hogwarts. The second book, Enshadowed, was meh and skimmable. But! I love Creagh's writing style and I want to find out what happens with Varen and Isobel next, and I've waited far too long for this book to get it from the library.







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Cold-Hearted Rake by Lisa Kleypas (October 27)–A new historical novel by Lisa Kleypas! Dreams really do come true! I've been kinda off historical romance for a while, but Kleypas still has my loyalty. Perhaps because she hasn't published a historical since 2010, when I was still reading them, but anyway. Excitement! (And thanks to Colette from A Buckeye Girl Reads for giving me the heads up about this one.)







Okay, so I know that's only three books, but for me it's a lot. What are some upcoming releases that are on your radar?



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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday Snapshot Is Ready For Summer Already, Sheesh

In Sunday Snapshot I catch you up on all my weekly thingamadoings.

Who watches the Watchmen? Not this dog.


What I'm reading right this very moment:

A Case of Possession by KJ Charles–I like this book more than its predecessor, The Magpie Lord, which is saying a lot. Almost done!

The Melody Lingers On by Mary Higgins Clark–I'm reading this for a report for Bookspan. I don't know, the last time I read a MHC book was in middle school, so I'm not familiar with her work at all, but the writing's pretty bad, guys. Now I know why I only ever read one of her books.

Stolen Idols by E. Phillips Oppenheim–Who would have guessed Oppenheim would be so against the destruction of China's cultural heritage? Or, alternately, use an evil statue to justify bad behavior? THE STATUE DIDN'T MAKE IT YOU DO IT, DUDE.

Movies watched this week:

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Fifty Shades of Grey, starring Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan

The long and disturbing story of how a woman is gradually brainwashed into submitting to the goddamn patriarchy.

Really this movie is just dumb and turrible and I've already forgot everything that happened in it even though I only just watched it. No surprises there, of course.

Reviews in the queue:

I have to review that MHC book this week. Positively-ish.

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Books I haz reviewed:

I wrote a post on why I love KJ Charles' novels here, and I reviewed the very first mystery (supposedly) over at The Project Gutenberg Project.

This week's subscription boxes:

ipsy may glam bag


I got May's Ipsy Glam Bag on Thursday. Not too bad. The lipstick primer seems to work okay, and I always like getting makeup brushes. The sunscreen was awful, though, it was just a bunch of grease! I can't wear eyeliner, so I've no use for that item.

rocks box


I also got another Rocks Box on Saturday, which was kind of a pleasant surprise, as I was expecting to get it on Monday. The bracelet and necklace grew on me as I wore them, but the earrings... They're really too heavy for me, and a bit gaudy. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those boxes I send back quickly. But the great thing about Rocks Box: I can send it back and get new stuff!

Theme of the week:

Still had the Spring blahs this week (Ella Fitzgerald was right; Spring really does hang you up the most), but at least I got some posts written. I tend to get upset when I feel dismissed or unappreciated, but some(or all)times you just have to let it go and move on without ruminating on hurt feelings or pride.

Bonus:

I swear the guy who writes xkcd is a freaking genius. Here's his Emojic 8 Ball that answers all your questions–with emojis. I asked it if my dog was smart and it said :grenade: :temple rub: which I think means yes?


Have a great week, everyone!



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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

New Author Crush: KJ Charles

tell me about your crush gurl


Last year, I totally fell in love with Laura Florand's novels. This year, I think KJ Charles is going to be my new book crush.

I first heard about KJ Charles at Portable Pieces of Thought. I bought The Magpie Lord a short time after reading rameau's review, then promptly forgot about it, even after Anachronist offered to loan me the second book in the series. The Magpie Lord would probably still be sitting unread on my Kindle if it hadn't been for a listicle on m/m romance writers I agreed to write for Book Riot. I found myself racking my brain for a scifi-fantasy m/m title, scrolling through my endless list of ebooks, when I happened across The Magpie Lord and remembered how much Anachronist enjoyed it.

Basically, The Magpie Lord is like Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, only sexy, entertaining, NOT 600 pages too long, and with a romantic subplot that didn't make me want to shoot someone.

the magpie lord
The novella is set in an alternate-universe Victorian England, where magic exists, albeit not in the open. While cleaning out his family estate, the newly anointed Lord Crane, Lucien Vaudrey, falls under a vicious curse, and the only person who can help him is "practitioner" (read: magician) Stephen Day. Once Day cures Lucien, however, the nature of the curse leads him to suspect it was meant not just for Lucien, but his entire family. Meaning his father and brother might have been the victims of a magical killer.

The Magpie Lord was a really fun, fast, and delightful read. I loved Lucien and his bestie, Merrick, and the fact that they had an extensive and very exotic backstory set in China. Lucien is your basic rake, but he's a rake whose actions are grounded in a personal history and are more about independence than rebellion. Stephen was also a great character, with a complex history involving Lucien's family. I loved that his sense of justice was more important to him than personal grudges. Not to mention that his historical crush on the first Lord Crane (aka the eponymous Magpie Lord) was kind of adorkable.

The ending felt rushed and too conveniently resolved, but for the most part The Magpie Lord was a really good book. I bought the second book in the series as soon as I finished it! (Kindle's really kind of evil when it comes to that.)

After I completed The Magpie Lord, I was going through Charles' Amazon page and ran across Think of England. Unlike Charles' Charm of Magpies series, this is a historical novella set in Edwardian England. Former army captain Archie Curtis gets himself invited to a house party at a remote country estate, all so he can poke into the affairs of the house's owner, whom he suspects sold defective weapons to the army. While at the house party, he meets Daniel da Silva, an effeminate poet who is clearly Up To Something.

think of england
COUNTRY HOUSE MYSTERY YOU GUYYYYYS. I was in the mood for a nice historical romp so I immediately downloaded Think of England, and I'm super glad I did. Despite containing the most awkward felattio scene I've ever come across, this book is absolutely fantastic. Again, I loved the characters. Daniel reminded me of a cross between Oscar Wilde and Ambrose from I've Come to Stay, both of whom I adore, needless to say. The female characters were also really sharp and completely awesome.

But my favorite thing about this book is how Charles references and roots Think of England in Edwardian adventure novels. Both H. Rider Haggard and E. Phillips Oppenheim are mentioned by the characters. Archie's uncle was the inspiration for Haggard's Allan Quatermain, and Archie finds himself thinking that if this was an Oppenheim novel, Daniel would be the villain. And he's totally right–in fact, the set-up for the book (obscure country house, no good being done there) was reminiscent of Oppenheim's The Great Impersonation. I love it when books are in conversation with other books, and Think of England definitely is. For a history and book geek, it was a definite bonus.

After I finished Think of England, Anachronist told me I should read Non-Stop Till Tokyo, because she knows I can't resist books set in Japan. Non-Stop Till Tokyo is very different from the previous books by Charles listed here. For one, it's a contemporary thriller. For another, I would never describe it as "fun, fast, and delightful" like I would the previous two books. Not that it isn't good, but it is different in tone and pace.

non-stop till tokyo
Kerry Ekdahl's life is spent in the shadows: she lives and works in Tokyo illegally as a "hostess" (kind of a low-rent geisha, providing company to lonely, workaholic salarymen at a bar), and as far as family and roots go, she has none besides her friends. In a single night, Kerry's precariously peaceful existence is torn apart when her least-favorite co-worker sets her up to take the blame for the murder of a yakuza boss. Now Kerry has to find his briefcase to save herself and her friends.

My favorite thing about Non-Stop Till Tokyo were the descriptions of Japan. They were highly detailed and, as in Ink by Amanda Sun, it's clear Charles has spent extensive time in Japan and is very familiar with its language and culture. The picture she painted of Japan here was probably the best I've ever come across in a novel.

That said, while I enjoyed the book, there were times when it felt like it would never end. There were always things happening, and maybe that was the problem–too many challenges, not enough down time? In any case, the pacing was a little off.

The tone is also much darker and more cynical than Think of England or The Magpie Lord. Kerry's involvement with the Yakuza has some very real, very nasty consequences for herself and her friends. Even with a "happy ending," this isn't the type of book where the protagonists skip into the sunset scott free.

The other thing that really hooked me when Anachronist told me about Non-Stop Till Tokyo was that the hero was a former sumo wrestler! Fun fact: sumo wrestling is one of the few sports I will watch on TV. While I liked Chanko and thought his and Kerry's interactions were fun, but to be honest I didn't feel any romantic chemistry between them at all. That part of the book felt a bit forced, perhaps because Chanko's personality wasn't very detailed. He was basically a fat, grumpy bastard with a short temper who beat people up. He had the whole knight-in-shining-armor thing going on, but it seemed like Kerry won his trust over too quickly. (It would have actually been fun if he'd double-crossed her later in novel, but I'm not the one writing the book here, so.)

It was also kind of hard to picture Non-Stop Till Tokyo set in 2014–who puts information on a CD anymore? It felt like Charles had written this in the 1990s when people were still confused over what the Internet could do. Although I certainly wouldn't say no to a sequel of Non-Stop Till Tokyo–the possibility of which Charles left wide open–it's probably my least-favorite of the KJ Charles books I've read so far.

I'd definitely recommend Think of England if you're considering trying one of Charles' books, or The Magpie Lord if you're in the mood for some historical fantasy. Non-Stop Till Tokyo is also good, and a must-read if you're a sucker for books set in Japan like I am, but it's probably skippable if romantic suspense isn't your jam.

Do you have any new author crushes you'd recommend?



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Sunday, May 10, 2015

Sunday Snapshot and Happy Mother's Day

In Sunday Snapshot, you get to see exactly how boring my life is. w00t!


Calypso says she hopes you're all having a good day!

Hope you're all having a happy–or at the very least, not miserable–Mother's Day. Our family is doing a lot! (Kidding, we're not doing anything, per usual.)


What I'm reading right now:

I started As the Crow Flies by Craig Johnson last night, but I might switch it out for Black Run later today, as I barely made it past the first page and haven't really committed to reading it yet.

I also started The Girl at Central by Geraldine Bonner on audio yesterday. Not too sure about this one yet, the narration is a bit annoying.


Reviews in the queue:

I plan to write a group review of all the KJ Charles books I've read so far, and I need to write a review of The Notting Hill Mystery by Charles Warren Adams for The Project Gutenberg Project.


Theme of the week:

New haircut

I got a haircut this week. It's quite a bit shorter than I was intending when I went in for a "trim," but whatever. It looks nice and it'll grow out.

I also went to the third local writers' meeting this week, and even though I didn't want to go (I never want to go to meetings, even voluntary ones) it was actually really fun. Two authors came to talk to us. They mostly write non-fiction local history books–i.e., not bestsellers–but they had a lot of good advice and great stories about their writing process.

On a personal note, I think I was a bit depressed this week. At the very least I have a major attack of the blahs going on. I didn't write anything–that's usually a bad sign–and I went through two nights of insomnia, which always puts me in a good mood. /sarcasm


Bonus:

This is kinda cool. It's the oldest known song in the world, from 100 BCE.




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Sunday, May 3, 2015

Sunday Snapshot Wishes She Hadn't Cleaned Quite So Much

Sunday Snapshot is where I give bites of weekly goodness. Let me know how your week went in the comments!
Sofie's starting to look like a roly-poly bear.

Can you believe it's May already? I kind of can, but keep forgetting. Time, it's a killer!


What I'm reading right now:

Almost finished with The Ladies' Paradise.

Finished Heat by Penny Reid last night (technically this morning–5 am) and started Non-Stop Till Tokyo by KJ Charles this afternoon.


Reviews posted this week:

I didn't write any reviews, but Anachronist did, of The Imitation Game!

Plus, my list of 5 great m/m romance novelists was posted this week over at Book Riot. Check it out!


Subscription boxes received this week:

rocks box


I got another Rocks Box this week and I love it! The necklace is super-delicate and pretty.

In other news, the jeans I got from Stitch Fix had some weird sticky residue in the back pockets, which I didn't realize until I stuck my phone in my pocket, as you do. The screen got covered in sticky glue, and there's still a bunch of it in there, which means I can't put my phone in my pocket. How convenient. I was super-irritated, to say the least.


Theme of the week:

This week was pretty blah. I pet-sat for a night, but otherwise I didn't do anything of interest or import.

clothing purge


Other than purge all my clothes.

I've been reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo, and this weekend I finally got my druthers together to initiate step one: clothing. Why did I want to do this, you ask. I'm asking myself the same thing right now, but it needs to be done occasionally I suppose.

I got rid of a ton of stuff–like 75% of my wardrobe–and the process was interesting. Kondo wants you to take all your clothes out and dump them on the floor and sort through them by category. I found this to be very effective for reasons Kondo doesn't enumerate on: one, I tend to prioritize clothes based on where I put them. "Nice" clothes go in the closet while casual or worn clothes get put in the dresser. Dumping them all on the floor democratized the whole process and made me more willing to get rid of clothes that are nice.

Secondly, if you've ever moved you've probably observed that your stuff seems to triple in volume as soon as it's out of its drawers/closet/whatever. That's exactly what happens when you dump it all on the floor; you get a really good idea of how much stuff you've got.

The after picture. No clothes!


That said, I'm not sure the process was as awesome as Kondo claims, or maybe it's just not for me. I wanted to clean and organize my room so that I could relax in it (I also have my office in my bedroom, which makes it difficult to just chill in here sometimes). But instead of making me more relaxed, when I was done I started getting incredibly tense as soon as I walked into my room! I could barely sleep last night, it was horrible, and the feeling persisted this morning. So I pulled some stuff out of the Goodwill bags and piled it all messy on my bed, and now I actually feel better. Maybe I should just embrace my inner pack rat.

Will I move on to step two: books? Probably. I mean, the bookshelves are in need of their semi-decadal purging. But I think I will get rid of them with more caution than I practiced with my clothing.


Bonus:

book blogger juneterviews


Becca is hosting "Juneterviews" this June at Book Bloggers International! Interview a blogger you don't know and make a new friend! Click on the link to sign up.


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Monday, April 27, 2015

Movie Review: THE IMITATION GAME



Originally released: 2014
Starring: Benedict Cumberbatch, Keira Knightley, Matthew Goode
Directed by: Morten Tyldum
Based on: (loosely) Alan Turing: The Enigma by Andrew Hodges

Guest review by Anachronist from Portable Pieces of Thought!

the imitation game


Synopsis:

Based on the real life story of legendary cryptanalyst Alan Turing, the film portrays the nail-biting race against time to break the code of Enigma.

During the winter of 1952, British authorities entered the home of mathematician, cryptanalyst and war hero Alan Turing (Benedict Cumberbatch) to investigate a reported burglary. They instead ended up arresting Turing himself on charges of 'gross indecency', an accusation that would lead to his devastating conviction for the criminal offense of homosexuality - little did officials know, they were actually incriminating the pioneer of modern-day computing. Famously leading a motley group of scholars, linguists, chess champions and intelligence officers, he was credited with cracking the so-called unbreakable codes of Germany's World War II Enigma machine.

My impressions:

It is one of these movies which seem to be aimed at ignorant people – the less you know about the historical Bletchley Park and breaking the code of the German encryption machine the more you will enjoy it. Some might call it easy entertainment I call it a dumbed-down, run-of-the-mill hogwash, at least when it comes to the historicity.

I grant it – the director had several good ideas. One of them was showing how in times of war ordinary people were forced to play God, deciding whether others should live or die. What is better: to doom the whole nation or the crews of several ships? How to measure the value of life? Few psychopaths enjoyed that insane power but the majority of ‘normal’ people, caught in it, were left scarred and disgusted by themselves permanently because the answer to such a dilemma is never clear or easy.

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Mark Strong enjoying a doorframe.


Another highlight was the fate of Alan Turing, played brilliantly by Cumberbatch - it proved again that if you know how to count, count on yourself only, your country won’t move a finger unless they need you very badly. What else? Mark Strong, playing the all-powerful MI6 director leaned against door frames in a very compelling manner. Oh, and I must add that children-actors in the flashbacks to Turing’s boarding school years (Alex Lawther and Jack Bannon) were wonderful. Now I can return back to carping and let me assure you, I hardly know where to start.

keira knightly


Should I bash the director for casting Keira Knightley, a lady whose facial expressions remind me strongly of Tom Marvolo Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort, the main baddie from Harry Potter books? As long as she doesn’t smile she looks lovely but when she smiles she sneers, there is no kinder word for it. Anyway she made Joan Clarke look shallow and vapid. Or maybe I should focus on the fact that this movie, set in a place where the majority of employees, about 75% or more, were women still somehow failed to pass the famous Bechdel test? When the movie Joan Clarke finally talks to one of her female colleagues in a pub they talk of course about men *rolleye*. Serious matters are just for their male counterparts. You see? Spoiled for choice, that’s what I am.

turing's cohorts


Turing's one-dimensional cohort of cryptographers was a compilation of cliches without one interesting feature (you get the cocky, handsome one, the nerdy, antisocial one, the intelligent, delusional Russian spy etc, etc). The screenwriter’s decision to employ a time-shifting structure contributed heavily to the film's been-there-done-that atmosphere, while the inclusion of needless obstacles within the narrative's back half served little purpose other than to pad out the already a bit overlong running time.

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Photo of actual codebreakers working at Bletchley Park.


Now the main lead. Turing was a brilliant mathematician, a crucial figure in the theorization and engineering of digital computing; and the biggest brain in Bletchley Park’s Hut #8, the unit in Britain’s World War II intelligence hub that succeeded in breaking the German’s Enigma code, thus shortening the war by as much as two years, give or take, and saving as many as twenty-million lives, perhaps more. Still the movie shows not enough of his thinking and reasoning, it focuses on his quarrels and romance with Clarke. Overall I felt the movie sentimentalized and simplified Turing, who, as far as I know, sometimes wished he was a machine and probably preferred the company of his digital creatures to any of his many lovers, whether casual or serious. That there is no sign of any of these lovers in the film is another failing – there are just empty accusations and an unbelievable confession, heard by a deus-ex-machina police detective (Rory Kinnear). How could the director dumbed down Turing so much? Had his character really told the detective what he did at Bletchley, he would have been guilty of a crime far more serious than homosexuality. He would have committed high treason for violating the Official Secrets Act. It was still a hanging offense.

In 1952 Turing was convicted of engaging in homosexual acts, for which he was sentenced to chemical castration (the option he preferred to two years in prison). As a result not only were his brain and body messed up by high dosages of estrogen, he also was barred from the government funding he needed to continue his life’s work on artificial intelligence. His death, just a few days before his forty-second birthday, from arsenic poisoning was most likely a suicide although possibly an accident or even an assassination. Instead of exploring the mystery of that tragic event the director decided to show a pointless, stunted investigation which led nowhere and a pair of cops whose role was to emphasize British prejudices.

Final verdict:

As much as I wanted to suspend my disbelief and take pleasure in the actors’ brilliance, I found The Imitation Game lacking credibility on every level. The historical accuracy was nowhere to be seen and the big emotional revelations at the story's conclusion fell completely flat. Pity.






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