The Ides of March: directed by George Clooney; written by George Clooney, Grant Heslov and Beau Willimon
It is in the first half of the closing act where The Ides of March is at its weakest, and if I am to consider its harshest critics a significant amount of their discontent could probably be traced to that portion. What point do Clooney and company make by showing how dirty politics can be? How does the ultimate revelation of human chess playing merit consideration? And yet, I’d be hard-pressed to criticise The Ides of March for not languishing in palpable innovation of ideas. It sounds like a copout – and I’m writing it – but good writing doesn’t rest in necessarily “fresh” writing and even if well-worn paths are treaded it doesn’t negate the crispness of the script. Considering the impetus of the story, this could have made for a particularly arid escapade but the script for its precision is never overwrought and better yet the film benefits from a superlative cast doing excellent work.
B+...but, perhaps, the lowest tier of B+