Ok, I watched the Netflix “Scoop.”
In short: it was bad. My first, and immediate, question before even starting was, “What is the point to make something sensational and bombastic about such a recent event?”, but after the first opening remarks I sort of figured it out: of course, it was that unstoppable desire to praise the “impartial BBC” just like some people chant on social media about “our precious NHS*” etc.
So, basically, the entire movie turned into a lengthy self-assuring and self-righteous stance about interviewing a revolting individual and all the fuss that had surrounded the notorious interview with the aforementioned individual. It was full of a glee-filled cackle from the attention-seeking wassocks—some, lithe and dulcet, with whippets in their workplace (ah, that unimaginable for hoi polloi luxury of swanning around a studio with the superior motto “because I can”), the others in expensive pumps with a leopard print (“because I’ve been paid good money to look that cheap” etc.), and all that for the mere “Tu l’as voulu, Georges Dandin!”
One thing wasn’t bad, however—seeing the transformation of the debonair, suave and (still) extremely good looking Sewell (remember him in “Middlemarch” and “Cold Comfort Farm”?) into a pile of mumbling turd. He is an excellent actor indeed!
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*NB: no, that's not how state subsidised healthcare should work—you have to believe a former Soviet here.
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