For such a pretentiously titled film, The Ides of March is okay–assuredly better than 80 percent of most movies at your local cinemaplex, and guaranteed 99 percent handsomer–but you know that if it was really impeccable and had a chance at some Oscars, it would be coming out in December rather than right now. Continue reading Men in Film: Moneyball, Drive, and The Ides of March