The THIRD piece of junk movie I've seen in 10 days - wtf (Jojo Rabbit, Motherless Brooklyn), this one really hurts because the book is way better than this listless, prosaic adaptation.
Not only does it withhold info from the viewer it then makes that (ridiculous) cheat even worse with clumsily handled flashbacks and some surprisingly cringe inducing overacting from the great Ian McKellan too.
Aside from Helen Mirren who is dependably terrific, nothing works here at all - the smaller casting, the (lack of) visual style, everything is muted and dull.
I'll probably still see it for Mirren and McKellen.
I can understand that they both want to remain continuously working actors in a medium that's not kind to its elder members, but I wish both would be a little more choosy about some of their film roles than they have been of late.