|Starring||Daniel Day-Lewis, Sally Field, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, David Strathairn, Tommy Lee Jones, Lee Pace, Jackie Earle Haley|
|Release||16 NOV (US) 25 JAN (UK) Certificate 12A|
Only a true troglodyte could fail to appreciate acting of this calibre. Right? Daniel Day-Lewis' dedication to his craft is admirable; to channel Lincoln's vibe, he stayed in character off set – even if co-star Jared Harris confessed Day-Lewis would grill him about Mad Men ("which he couldn't know about, because television hadn't been invented then"). Even at Lincoln's most portentous, Day-Lewis refuses to grandstand, expertly underplaying a role that practically demands a platform. I guess he brings the best out of his supporting cast, which numbers every respectable, middle-aged white male in Hollywood with an SAG card in their wallet. Sally Field and Tommy Lee Jones wouldn't have been nominated for Oscars by association, right? Even if it may appear to idiots like me that they're merely playing to type and basking in the assumed glow of an awards-worthy project.
While we're on the topic of award nominations, I'm clearly an imbecile for thinking that a succession of nicely decorated, sparsely lit rooms shouldn't qualify for a Best Production Design Oscar, or that the bloated, 150-minute narrative, is in no way more worthy of a Best Editing nod than a sprawling sci-fi epic like, say, Cloud Atlas, or The Avengers. Perish the thought! Such fustiness is core to Lincoln's aesthetic, granted, but it feels like visual anaesthesia at times: if it weren't for the sheer starriness of the cast hidden under the bad wigs and lofty hats, it'd feel like a mini-series you might find on The History Channel. To me, anyway. The guy wearing the Muppet pyjamas.
Lincoln has all the excitement of a slightly-above-average courtroom drama, the tension coming to a head when the House of Representatives (read: busted old white dudes) vote 'yay' or 'nay' against the Constitutional amendment to abolish slavery. Given that the result was always going to be something of a foregone conclusion – beating Titanic by 48 years in the 'we know what happens in the end' stakes – it still feels like a rather drab conclusion to this uneducated swine. There is little evidence of the horrors of slavery here, and certainly nothing like the satisfaction of seeing a black man celebrate his newfound freedom as you'll find in that populist nonsense, Django Unchained.
Those invested in the annals of history may find it illuminating; those who consider Oscar's word to be the last will revel in its self-importance. To me, however, Lincoln is just okay: a well-acted, nicely shot, perfectly watchable biopic that I assume has one hundred times more resonance when viewed from the opposite of the Atlantic. But then, I did give Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen four stars, so what do I know?
* It was the absolute worst.