Greg Shields

How this awkwardly-executed, Vaseline-lensed revision of a probably actually interesting historical relationship managed to get an Oscar for anything more than Least Kosher Film 2018 is beyond me. The clichés and obvious character arcs were shoved down our throats til the end. The final scene in which a family of Black-hating Italians suddenly decide the Black guy is ok because he brought champagne round for Christmas dinner is either total BS or an argument for the widespread use of champagne spraying in war zones. I hope it's the latter.