Hacksaw Ridge review: by Rob Stoakes
UK certification: 15
Mel Gibson is not a name I expected to see in Oscar Season. Not because his films are bad, mind, far from it. It’s just that he’s in that category of filmmakers shared by Roman Polanski and Lars Von Trier. Because of their reputations outside of their work, any appraisal of their career comes with more asterisks than a French comic book shop.
Gibson’s career homicide, in particular, seemed so devastating that he could invent a machine that cured diabetes with warm hugs and his obituary would still credit him as “The messiah-complex bigot who admitted to strangling toasters, don’t hatefully glare too much at the picture above or his madness may infect you.” Continue reading