Review – Lincoln

This needed way more vampires and way less Steven Spielberg. The focus on the eponymous president at his political finest should have made for fascinating storytelling. Heaven knows they had the actors for it. Sadly, what we end up with is a run-of-the-mill interpretation of Honest Abe as the so-lofty-he-shits-marble Patron Saint of Emancipation. The only scene I was able to make any kind of genuine emotional contact with was when Stanton storms out of the room to avoid being subjected to another one of the President’s tedious anecdotes (coincidentally missing the only non-lofty tale in the whole movie). Nearly 150 years after his death, Lincoln still has no human qualities other than marital difficulties. Mildly amusing