Zeta-Jones may be overly jazz hands and Brand undecided on his accent (Midlands, London, Cornish?), but at least there’s a knowing pep in their step.
And then Cruise arrives on-screen; never intentionally wearing a top and posturing like an Axl Rose redux.
His character built-up from the stage version, where Jaxx is an entertainingly deluded clown and peripheral character, Cruise’s wash-up is clearly the star of the show (in lingering camera angles and engorged screen-time) but moves a beat too slowly to bring the funny as much as you’d like.
Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer walked into the 96th Academy Awards and blew everyone away, winning seven Oscars on the night. But is it Nolan's best film yet?
Cancel all proposed awards ceremonies and hand over the major gongs to Peter Farrelly's Ricky ;Stanicky.
Late Night with the Devil will be The Exorcist for a new generation.