Half an hour into Anemone, Daniel Day-Lewis, arguably the world’s greatest living actor, delivers a 10-minute monologue about consuming Guinness, curry, and laxatives in order to vengefully shit into a priest’s mouth. It’s hard to imagine anyone else executing such an odd, challenging speech, or indeed anyone else convincing him to do it: it was directed by the actor’s son, Ronan Day-Lewis. A first-time filmmaker whohellip;read more raquo;