Ann Thornton

Oh, how perfectly written and executed. Every tedious scene sets you up for the last few seconds- which gave me goosebumps. Pay attention. This couple has a secret they kept from even their now-grown children. A biographer has guessed their secret and is pestering for their approval. We wonder why she so adamantly rejects his offer when the wife would benefit. In the last few seconds, she lovingly caresses a blank page, looks you straight in the eye, and gives the hint of a smile. Now, you understand.

This is not the Oppenheimer I remember as a young girl. American public opinion was dictated by newsreels then, shown before the movie. I've seen plenty of footage of Oppenheimer there and other places. This man was in love with attention, in love with himself. He strutted like a peacock, thought he was a movie star. ....He had no qualms about what he was doing. That was very clear. He was famous and relished it...The movie was well made and entertaining, but not so realistic about the man.

You have to see Ocean's 8; it's so amateurish, so awful, it probably has a cult following. I knew the script would be bad, but there would be wardrobe, makeup. Nope. Anne Hathaway, poor thing, looked like a 1000 year old zombie. Even Helena Bonham Carter, (always adorable, right?) could've been the cleaning lady. Gowns right out of Ross. And the $150 million necklace? Where did they find something so ugly?. It was nice of Cartier to lend it for the Gala, and forget to send female security for the bathroom break, where it was switched. If you meet anyone associated with this film, be kind and pretend you never saw it, but by all means, see it.