Review of Gandhi (1982) by Pauline Kael for The New Yorker — 10 Nov 2001
Though Kingsley’s saturnine poise is much more interesting in roles which call for varying degrees of slipperiness, he nevertheless manages to bring shades into the inherently monochromatic saintliness of the role with life-sized, profoundly felt gravity and dignity, all while executing that marvelous, peculiarly British trick (remember Robert Donat in Goodbye, Mr.
Chips) of seeming to age from within.
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This review of Gandhi (1982) was written by Pauline Kael and published by The New Yorker on 10 Nov 2001.
Gandhi has generally received very positive reviews.
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