"Somewhere beyond right and wrong is a garden. I will meet you there."
Hello everyone!
It's back to biographical movies this week after our little interlude with the Academy Awards last Tuesday (for the blog post I typed about it, you can click on the link here). As I said when I typed about Grace of Monaco, I have a thing for these kinds of movies.
I don't really know why.
But I do know some of my favourites are from this genre, including The Butler and The Imitation game, for one, and let's not go into Titanic or The King's Speech or something.
I just have a soft spot for these kind of biopics as they call them, and I tend to watch a number of them each year as I discover them. I have a few waiting on the list still, but for tonight I'm going to go through my backlog of reviews and dig out one that I SHOULD have watched way back when in 2015 while I was at the seaside singing Kumbaya and drinking cocktails.
Ahem.
I didn't do either of that, really. Well, not much anyway. And I also didn't watch Diana until very, very recently, regardless that it's three years old by now.
