A lot has been written about how Forrest Whitaker got the role - how the lovably cuddly bear unsheathed his claws and roared. And there’s no question; he shines, like the complexion of the old Amin shone from pure, pulsating vitality... but for one thing... Forrest’s slightly hooded left eye distracted me, prevented me from delving fully into the performance... yes yes I know, a small thing... the beam in my own eye first.
There is one very disturbing scene, a glimpse, vivid, the climax of the film, the rest of the film revolves around it, forcing me, as I left the cinema slightly dazed, to question: was it necessary, and if so why, and given that, did it work? In short, yes, and my Oscar money is on Forrest.
Now to go find a bottle of Optrex, or better yet, an axe.
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