My site meter, though, didn't get the mighty boosh I expected from this, so I'm guessing not everybody is reading Vince on a the same daily basis as me. My handful of readers, you should. He has a way with a review that reminds me a bit of David Thomson, in that, after setting out the basics of a film, or book, he tells you simply, and to the point, how he felt about it. No disappointed fan-boy nit-picking, no over-written analysis of every scene in minute detail and no breathless gibbering over whatever it is they get so excited about over at AICN, just how he felt. He has a taste for the hard-boiled, but if this doesn't make you want to watch The Devil Wears Prada, nothing will:
Meryl Streep has somehow unearthed whole new reserves of joy in performing. Watching her now is like watching the late-career Brando, both of them utterly at ease and yet fiercely committed, relishing their craft enough to toss it off. Only with Meryl there’s no sense of squandered opportunity. Just the opposite.