Pleuh! Conspiracy to nothing being there, except exceptional acting.

Rating: 6/10 (2 March 2010)

'This' is what would happen if you commissioned those nasty people from the Daily Mail and The Sun to produce a film about the death of Diana. Not that I am going to bother researching it but I imagine at least some tenuous relation between the 'red-tops' and The Queen (the film) (yes yes, The Daily Mail masquerades as a Tabloid).
There is just too much similarity between the opinions of these papers and the opinions of this film. If there is no causal link, then this film is extraordinarily barren of imagination, excruciatingly unoriginal, and by-far no-way impartial whatsoever noooo, not one little incy bit, nope, nah-hah. It seems it has used narrow media perceptions as its one and only source. Well done there. However, it is subtle about being partial, which eventually comes across as a collection of cheap digs on the whole event/people. Plaeh! is the best sound I could ever use to describe this process.
Peter Morgan has conjured up some of my all time favourite films; he must have been coerced by some growing underground antimonarchist network.
If you haven't guessed, this film offers nothing new to the events surrounding Diana; just the memories of where you were at time and how you felt about it. I am neither a fan or grand mourner of Diana nor the "death of the respect for the monarchy", and generally indifferent to the lives of the divine. Consequently, I am lamebrain in how much I know about Diana's deathbut still this film gave me nothing new. Perhaps I am missing the point because I am indifferent. But this reduces the film to just a memory eliciting device; doesn't it? Sadly, no (rant over). It gives two incredible performances, whose acting ability makes these unbelievable modern political heroes believable; even within their deep eccentricities and overly mediarised caricatures. These stunning performances mesmerise you to begin with, but this is the end of noughties! And if we were attentionally disabled in the 1990s then today we have the attention of an ADHD fly lost in the hall of mirrors (i.e. we need more).
(Rant reprise) I appreciate some people may like this film, but heart-felt memories don't make a good film – give the award to someone else. They have cleverly capitalised on these memories, sensitive to the notion that a decade has past – both emotional tastes are intact with social-acceptance at its most opportune. We are shallow forgetful beings; this film is nothing but a reminder of what may or may not have been real in 1997. Pleuh! 6/10, only because well done Mirren and Sheen.