Before I get stuck into this deeply insightful and profession review of Roadshow’s latest political drama, Miss Sloane, can I just point something out which I was fixated on throughout the whole bloody film?
Jessica Chastain has eerily similar facial features to Eddie Redmayne!
That really can’t just be me.
It’s so much more noticeable in Miss Sloane, and so if there’s any reason to see the movie it’s to see just how right I am.
Anyway, to the professional side of this review…
I actually enjoyed this film a lot, despite some of the other reviews that are floating around.
I know what you’re thinking: “Can we really trust a review which doesn’t include beautiful artwork comparing the faces of two of the most popular actors of 2016?”
The answer is of course “No” and therefore you should take my review as gospel.
The film follows highly influential Washington lobbyist and insomnia sufferer, Elizabeth Sloane, as she takes on the challenge that is passing a gun reform bill through the senate.
When she isn’t playing relieving stress and frustration with the help of her escort, she manipulates her peers and her enemies to do her bidding, with a surgical detachment from feelings of guilt or shame.
The character is ruthless and cunning, and there are so many walking and talking shots that you may start to think you’re watching The West Wing.
It’s like watching Kevin Spacey in House of Cards; There really isn’t that much appeal to the type of person the character is, but you just can’t help but be on their side no matter what.
Even when Sloane was manipulating a co-worker so that she could use her tragic background for a shock reveal during a debate, you can tell it’s coming and just sit there shaking your head thinking “Well that’s just classic Sloane.”
I found the story to be very clever, with the misdirection and strategy from the characters acting as an especially interesting factor of the film.
The explosive ending to the story, closing the narrative in a complete circle from the first line of the movie to what was essentially a massive mic-drop on Sloane’s part.
This film really is for anybody who has any patience for a 2 hour film about the inner-workings of how the sausage gets made in Washington D.C.
For me, the 2 hours seemed to fly by, as I was really interested to see how she managed to pull it off, and I’m not sure if I’m just dumb or if the reveal was particularly clever but I definitely didn’t predict how it ended.
In hindsight I guess the finish did seem kind of obvious, but in the end all was right with the world and Sloane could finally get some rest with a free conscience.
You can find a podcast of my review of Miss Sloane for Radio Adelaide here.