A very short review of The Imitation Game starring Benedict Cumberbatch (who I love).

Muted opening. Cumberbatch (who I love) in police cell looking sweaty and depressed. Title card announces year, fade sadly to black. A little rain. Slow fade from titles into depressing opening shot of a depressing room, music a bit ominous. But we know how it ends and are appropriately pre-outraged about it. Cumberbatch (who I love) V/O, sounding clever and a bit patronising. Rory Kinnear (who I love) all Manchester, does he have to? Charles Dance (who I love), the overexposed classical British actor of the moment (in the trade known as the 'Brian Cox' - who I love). Dance stiff and soldier-like. Which is appropriate. Cumberbatch nervy and clever. Challenges authority. Glint in Dance's eye, softens his soldier-like demeanour...

I have enormous admiration for everyone involved in this production and would really like to work with all of you and I'm sure this is marvellous and worthy and beautiful, but please, please don't make me watch any more.