Seeing the names Joel and Ethan Coen attached to a film is an instant cause for excitement — place George Clooney in the director’s chair and you’d be lying to yourself if Suburbicon weren’t high on your list this festival season. Clooney behind the camera is comfortable and clean cut, perhaps too subdued for a script that unfolds in an explosive, messy display of tonal confusion and narrative scarcity.
Indeed it is a few misfires away from being a disaster. There’s a constant…
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