Adapted from a Pulitzer-winning novel that’s already inspired one 1949 Academy Award-winning flick; crammed with scenery-chewing turns, heavy-handed visual metaphors, overloaded with booming, ominous music... All The King’s Men couldn’t be a more blatant Oscar whore if they handed out ‘For Your Consideration’ flyers with every ticket. But in a just universe, it won’t win anything much. Despite its gold-plated pedigree, All The King’s Men is sunk by leaden excess – too many flashbacks, too much of James Horner’s EastEnders drumroll-style score, too much bleached-out wannabe black-and-white chic... Too much of everything, but little restraint.
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