Gaby Koppel

I'll put this down as one for the boys - self-indulgent, navel gazing, blokey, and reverential. Another story about a drunken, middle aged, white guy - what is it with stories about drunks like Jeffrey Barnard is Unwell? As a writer I did not believe that Mank was writing anything, he was just moving his pen across the paper. His dialogue never connected with anything he was supposed to be writing about, and in reality it must have obsessed him. Totally unengaging narratively, no interesting female characters.