Oliver Stone’s W. resonates today like an artifact from another reality, sometimes even another planet. This 2008 biopic of George W. Bush explores a political and personal life that was, at the time in many circles, judged for its ineptitude. In the light of this year and this time, it feels downright picturesque.
If you were to simplify Todd Phillips’ JOKER and perhaps observe the battered flesh scraped over the bones of its star, you might find the villain. This 2019 picture has been polarizing critics the world over, as if the goal of art is accord and like-mindedness. The themes, however, are bare as greasepaint.