Remember when Joaquin Phoenix quit films to become a dishevelled rapper, which was later revealed to be an elaborate and deeply odd hoax for a mockmentary film? Yeah, you’d be surprised how many people still pipe up with “Didn’t he quit films to be a rapper?” at the mention of Phoenix’s name.
Which might seem a bit of an odd lead in to a film review, but it should underline that everything Phoenix does has an innate sense of the weird to it.
So he seems exactly the person to star in a science-fiction/romance about a man falling in love with an operating system, don’t you think?
This was a train which, honestly, I thought I’d missed. Ash and I were going to see American Horror Story American Hustle a good few weeks ago, but for some reason we never quite made it. But since it was the only one of the four main Oscar films of the year which we hadn’t managed to get along to (the others being The Wolf of Wall Street, 12 Years a Slave and Gravity).
So with no small sense of duty, we headed out through the rainy dark to Southend Odeon’s last showing of it, following a beacon of 70s nostalgia through to a promised land of acting and entertainment brilliance.