Churchill: there’s nothing inherently wrong with over-dramatizing an event in a real character’s life, but what this Jonathan Teplitzky’s film does is beyond reasonable. It’s hard to believe that the title character would be as insecure and senile as portrayed and still carry his responsibilities. Brian Cox manages to reproduce Churchill’s speech patterns and resembles him reasonably, but he is stuck with an unflattering and unrealistic character and can’t do much about it; Miranda Richardson doesn’t leave much of a mark either. The film smartly uses its visual sparsity (which exists for economic reasons, not aesthetic choices) in its favor (the war could justify those furniture-less spaces), but the empty sets and limited variety of locations gets tiresome and for the most part don’t make much sense. Cinematography and editing are fully unremarkable.