public enemies. classy, sometimes pretty, but it's another romanticised biopic which doesn't possess nearly enough depth to earn its own gravitas - depp's dillinger is Charismatic with a capital C but isn't individualised or humanised (unlike, say, pitt's jesse james), whilst bale's smugly grave purvis makes me think he's become the new ed norton. the sweeping score highlighted my detachment every time it reared its misguided head, and the shakycam seemed such a cheap and graceless substitute for real substance here. i thought i might like this cause of scott foundas' great awestruck review for the villagevoice but i just didn't feel it at all, id give it 2 stars out of 4.