As I had to go out last night and forgot to programme the VCR, I managed to miss the much-argued-about Death of a President. If the Telegraph critic James Walton [not on-line yet] is to be believed, I saved myself a boring couple of hours:
Faced with American press outrage, the makers claimed their daring premise was being judged out of context – which might have been a plausible defence except for one inconvenient fact. Once you’d seen it in context, you realised that tastelessness was the least of the film’s problems.… "Death of a President" often felt like little more than a series of anti-American prejudices strung together by people who’ve got so tired of attacking what America does that they’ve decided to start attacking what they think it might do.