I went to see this with my father today. When it was over, Dad said, "It felt like an old-time movie." By which, I think, he meant the 70s. It's uncompromising. It demands a lot from the viewer. I loved it. So did Dad. Over a salad at Wendy's--(his new place)--we discussed.
"It was almost as good as Clooney's other movie," he said. "The one with the one-word title."
"Michael Clayton?" I said.
"Yeah, that's the one."