The information and unearthed footage here are fascinating, but they deserve a better presentation than this.
There are many times when director Vreeland cuts to a manuscript page, handwritten or typed with scribbled edits, for all of three seconds. If I’m interested in these two writers, why wouldn’t I want to read those pages? I kept wishing this had been a book or a podcast, maybe a website to include the spectacular David Frost interview videos.
As it is, the movie just gives us the mixed blessing of Zachary Quinto’s rich Williams impersonation and Jim Parsons sounding unmistakably like Jim Parsons but more nasally. You’d think there’d be no shortage of archival photos for them to recite over, but we keep getting stylized shots of rippling water or birds or rustling leaves, images so banal that it’s impossible not to be able to read some kind of metaphor into them even though they contribute nothing.