Elegant boredom. Like watching noir without the macabre mystery and intrigue. It all feels very anti-Welles too. The cinematography and composition are sharp and sleek but it felt more like watching an episodic portion of a mini series from Fincher than one of his feature films. The politics, pitfalls and piousness of Old Hollywood are put on dazzling display. Around the midway point I started to warm up to the film’s overall cadence and rhythm especially within the dialogue which has its glorious moments. My favorite aspect was Marion Davies(Seyfried) and I honestly would have rather watched the same film but with her as the central character. My same experience with Citizen Kane(which I do have a lot of respect for) was mirrored in Mank...it just feels empty.