As a cheat attempting to split far from his criminal father, Michael Fassbender can’t act out of this heap of grungy hogwash.
In “Ed Wood,” the best motion picture ever constructed about a godawful movie producer, the joke and the greatness of watching Johnny Depp’s Edward D. Wood Jr. coordinate his past awful review Z science fiction and blood and guts movies is that he basically made motion pictures like a kid. He made up whatever suited him right now; he had no channel, no sense. His exclusive tasteful was: If it felt great to him… why not? (That is the thing that made a motion picture like his 1953 transvestite confession booth “Glen or Glenda” so genuine.)