The Theory of Everything

Yet, again, the prizes hoopla gets it wrong. today, I finally caught up with The Theory of Everything, at a totally sold-out Assembly Rooms (quite a lot of seats). You know the one – amazing impersonation of famous scientist, hotly tipped for Oscar canonisation. but it isn’t. It’s a portrait of a marriage, based on her account rather than his, and Felicity Jones is just as important and just as good. I hadn’t realised the equal balance of the various other relationships. I had heard about him ditching her but not about her fancying someone else, with whom she finally ends up, and – if the closing statements are to be believed – they all remain good friends. It’s so much subtler and more complicated than the hype, but well worth seeing.