RichardvonLust
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There can be only one explanation how every professional film critic has praised this production to the roof tops whilst virtually every reviewer here has exposed it as a worthless piece of junk; the 'idependent' professionals got paid to lie.
There is nothing at all to merit even a score for this sickening mumbo jumbo of absurdity. Kenneth Brannah has revealed himself to be nothing more than than drama prostitute able to take any part that conveys him as a British hero even though his lines are entirely trite. Mark Rylance puts on a good show and Harry Styles shows that he has more than just a pretty face but one character survives no less than 5 ship wrecks on one day whilst a gliding engineless spitfire proves to be a fatal opponent for a fully armed German bomber. There is no script, no character development, no story of the battle and no attempt to show the vast scale of the original event. Just leave this rubbish alone and avoid anything ever praised by any of the critics who try to sell it to you. You are better off watching paint dry.
There is nothing at all to merit even a score for this sickening mumbo jumbo of absurdity. Kenneth Brannah has revealed himself to be nothing more than than drama prostitute able to take any part that conveys him as a British hero even though his lines are entirely trite. Mark Rylance puts on a good show and Harry Styles shows that he has more than just a pretty face but one character survives no less than 5 ship wrecks on one day whilst a gliding engineless spitfire proves to be a fatal opponent for a fully armed German bomber. There is no script, no character development, no story of the battle and no attempt to show the vast scale of the original event. Just leave this rubbish alone and avoid anything ever praised by any of the critics who try to sell it to you. You are better off watching paint dry.
This is sadly not a film about a great woman who dedicated her life to science and paid the ultimate price in doing so. Rather it is simply yet another tedious promotion of today's feminist agenda telling us how terrible it was to be a woman in the past and (indirectly) how much we must strive to strengthen women's rights in the future. Marie Curie is simply the canvas used to restate this message for the millionth time.
It tells us nothing about her background, her early interests, her historical meeting with Pierre Curie or even the substance of the relationship between them. And most awful of all it tells us nothing of her actual work, how it was that Radium and Polonium were discovered and how this was received at the time.
Instead the film concentrates upon a series of soft porn, soft focus and heavily romantacised encounters between her and a married man whom she partnered after Pierre's death. Curie was then 44 and fairly full figured after having two daughters. But the actress in the film is nothing like that. She has a slim lithe body with perfectly neat compact breasts that would emulate a teenager. In short the woman who partnered a man becuase of shared scientific exploration is now displayed as a sex godess worthy of our admiration on physical grounds alone.
Do youself a favour. Chuck this film in the bin and watch the 1943 version instead. It is much much more rewarding.
It tells us nothing about her background, her early interests, her historical meeting with Pierre Curie or even the substance of the relationship between them. And most awful of all it tells us nothing of her actual work, how it was that Radium and Polonium were discovered and how this was received at the time.
Instead the film concentrates upon a series of soft porn, soft focus and heavily romantacised encounters between her and a married man whom she partnered after Pierre's death. Curie was then 44 and fairly full figured after having two daughters. But the actress in the film is nothing like that. She has a slim lithe body with perfectly neat compact breasts that would emulate a teenager. In short the woman who partnered a man becuase of shared scientific exploration is now displayed as a sex godess worthy of our admiration on physical grounds alone.
Do youself a favour. Chuck this film in the bin and watch the 1943 version instead. It is much much more rewarding.