My fault totally. I chose in a hurry, and did not consult David & Margaret. I just figured that a retelling of a true story - that retelling by George Clooney - would be okay. He starred in it. He wrote it. He directed it. What a load of stars'n'stripes tosh. Yet the line-up of actors: Cate Blanchett, Bill Murray, Matt Damon (whose name I could only remember when the credits rolled). They killed off the Frenchman, and the Englishman, leaving just the gallant Yanks to save the art history of Western Civilization. Not only from the Nazis, mind you, but from the dastardly Russians, too.
The music, by the time the credits rolled, was bordering on the facetious, or the satirical, or just the downright rude. Maybe that's it! Maybe the entire yarn was tongue-in-cheek.
Where was the Clooney of "Good Night, and Good Luck"? Where was the Murray of "Lost in Translation"? Where was the Blanchett of "Notes on a Scandal", and "Blue Jasmine"?
So, I bought a copy of Mantel's "Wolf Hall", to console myself. Had to get it in hard-cover, as the paperback font is too small, with way too little white space.
Just thought. I qualify for grumpy-old-women!