"The Boundless Ramanujan"
I watched it with love for Jeremy Irons, but you can't save me ten iron uncles from its dullness.
The director did nothing but filming, and the best filmed academy environment benefited from Cambridge Trinity, which was presented in real life; the screenwriter did nothing except lay out the timeline. He obviously had a well-received biography, but it seemed that it only I took the catalog and made a shriveled popular science similar to the video of the "Moving China" award speech.
The elements that should be there—wartime background, miles away from home, conflict of ideas, racial discrimination—are all there, but they are all brushed aside and understated. Good people seem pedantic, bad people are inexplicably bad.
No orgasms, no pain points, no empathy.
Originally, a genius is inevitably lonely, but the whole film does not explain his love, and he writes about the disgust and persecution of others against him. Taking care of this and the other, the center of the film is completely deviated into "The Passion of a Genius (you mortals don't understand)".
Attempting to describe his physical and mental frustrations, while being vague about his achievements, relying solely on the last line "his formula is used to explain black holes a century later".
As an Englishman, Dev feels like a royal Indian actor, without any fault. But when you play such a legendary mathematician, you can't feel the charm of mathematics at all. When you explain the beauty of mathematics to your wife, it is like "you don't understand".
Hardy's character, as an atheist convinced by divine revelation, is rich in layers. But it is obvious that it is not difficult for you, and you can dance "Mr Butterfly" every minute in the scene where you have to ponder.
The human nature and divinity are gone, and the most forceful depiction is also the teacher and the friendship. Under the lens of Irons gnawing on the hand rope, Gide is outrageous. ——Probably he was born with the mysterious eastern power.
Russell, as a representative of the stereotyped old-school mathematician, looks like a mental patient with five elements in the film.
Such a good subject was wasted and the mood swings during the filming process were all because of the evil mother-in-law, who was so angry that she wanted to rush to beat people several times - because she was a Brahmin, she did not let her son go to school. Afterwards, the wife's letter was hidden, causing the young couple to have a quarrel. "If you leave, he won't come back." God's logic, in the end, the son was really in a foreign land, suffering, hard, and lonely. Holding the daughter-in-law's head and crying wildly - the spirit of not letting go is simply unbelievable.
Next plan is to read the biography.
The prototype is too awesome to go bye bye.
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