
One day there will be time for a full and proper dissection of this movie. Minds immeasurable to ours will dig deep into the celluloid quagmire and discover the hidden meanings, the bizarre symbolism and of course, just why was the film in the wrong order? People will weep openly in the streets after finally experiencing closure. It’s a lot like waiting for the Chilcot report, except in this reality the villains are from ink and paper and not Oxford. Read more ›