By Kyle | November 9, 2012
CSPAN3 with whiskers.
Talky, boring, endless, airless. Almost the entire movie is set in January of 1865 as Lincoln’s men jockey to round up support for the 13th amendment. It’s wonky to the max, with the added non-bonus of a lot of Sally Field histrionics as the nutty wife and a lot of would-be soaring monologues by screenwriter Tony Kusher that don’t soar. Steven Spielberg is so determined to be unpredictable that, on the night Lincoln is shot, Spielberg never shows us what happens. Instead, he’s in a different theater, where one of Abe’s kids is watching a show. Bizarre.