Films like Clint Eastwood’s latest, J. Edgar, really trip me up.
You see, J. Edgar, which, yes, tells the story of J. Edgar Hoover, the first director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, is an ambitious, often well made film with some impressive acting.
But it’s also not one I felt much attachment to after the lights went up.
Days later, I felt more obligated to write a review than compelled. When movies don’t hit you on an emotional level after the fact, and don’t drive you to go home and write about them, then that’s kind of a bummer, even when they’re good movies.
That’s the predicament I find myself in with J. Edgar. Continue reading
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