The Man Who Knew Infinity

This is a fanboy review. I'm a fan. Not of the film or the stars per se, but of the source material of this film. I'm a fan of the people involved. Of Srinivasa Ramanujan, of G H Hardy, and, oh yes, of Bertrand Russell (I think of him like Mowgli would think of Baloo).

So when a film brings these people to life and has them interact with witticisms, with hope, and with despair, I have a similar experience to what my grandmother experienced when she watched Lord Rama on the big screen.

Now, does any of that make the film good or bad? Not really. It just means I not....