Deborah Ross

You may not wish to kiss the ground when you finally leave the cinema, but I did: The Goldfinch reviewed

It is beautiful to look at but it goes on and on and on

issue 28 September 2019

The Goldfinch is an adaptation of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel by Donna Tartt that centres on a great work of art, unlike this film, which isn’t. A great work of art, that is. This is more a flat, forgettable, colour-by-numbers job, plus it is long (150 minutes, for the love of God) and drags so listlessly it seems even longer.

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