Sometimes it seems that movies are forgetting about actors. Robots, computer generated creatures, never-ending action sequences, remake of a remake that was remade long time ago, etc... And then, when one almost gives up, comes this beautiful exercise in moviemaking that solely relies on acting. Little, dinky tailor-shop, dark and suffocating during bleak Chicago snowy winter, older, stooped man meticulously creating perfect suits in almost religious reverence. This magnificent homage to 50's gangster flicks, discreetly introduces menacing characters into this haven of isolated escape. And then Sir Mark Rylance, whose craft is precise and void of manneristic vanity, carries the whole story with his quiet and mesmerizing presence. Lesson in acting and class.
Review of The Outfit
