Directed by: Bryan Singer. I had meant to see this for a long time. There’s some kind of guilty pleasure I get from escapist Hollywood portrayals of historical events, because they’re always kind of simplistic and shitty, but they always appeal to my inner 10-year-old, longing for good guys vs bad guys and stuff getting blown up. In this case, the “sex appeal” comes from Nazism, a plot to kill Hitler, a score of great British actors, and Tom Cruise in an eyepatch. How could I resist? Say what you will about Cruise, but he is capable of doing real stuff (did you see Collateral?), and in this film he definitely holds his own beside the likes of Kenneth Branagh, Bill Nighy, Tom Wilkinson, and Terence Stamp. I guess Malcolm McDowell, Tim Roth, Liam Neeson and Stephen Fry were all too busy to join the fun. Either way, this is definitely an enjoyable movie, and not too guilt inducing in how enjoyable it is. I think a large part of its suspense, though, comes from the obvious fact that it’s a WWII movie where we don’t know exactly how it’s going to end. We can tell from the start that they obviously didn’t succeed in killing Hitler, but that begs the question…what the hell happened? Finding out is pretty fascinating (by which, I mean, finding out through a Hollywood movie is pretty fascinating—finding out by reading through several history books would fucking suck, right?). If you like this kind of thing, you’ll like this thing.