Every year, when awards season rolls around, I follow the nominations and prizes the way other people obsess over March Madness brackets or Presidential primaries. And every year, I find myself asking one question over and over again:
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Directed by Clint Eastwood
Clint Eastwood has done the impossible: he's made me feel bad for J. Edgar Hoover. No one deserves to have this bad a bio-pic as their cinematic gravestone.
J. Edgar is directed by Eastwood (who won Oscars for Unforgiven and Million Dollar Baby), and written by Dustin Lance Black (the Oscar-winning writer of Milk), and it is hard to determine which man deserves the lion's share of the blame for this turgid and tedious mess. Featuring a ridiculously miscast Leonardo DiCaprio in the title role, a shallow, subtlety-deaf screenplay that wants to be Brokeback Bureau, and a clanking directorial style that feels like a color-blind Douglas Sirk helming an episode of Dragnet, J. Edgar is just laughably, appallingly bad. Continue reading