Last scene in Bush, the movie.

"The best mindset for these last few days of the shrub era is to imagine it as the final act of the movie.

Even Bush’s critics will have to admit that as theatre, his performance may rank with Burton’s performance in Hamlet or .. perhaps more aptly … Olivier in Macbeth.

The pathos of failure, the small man behind the opulent podium, the ghost of Obama and his Dad wafting overhead, all play off the the self delusion to remind me of both Aeschylus and Willie Lohman.

Yet this is not merely a modern version of Sophocles. The playwrite has offered us a touch of comedy too with the funny accent and image of the failed counter hero retiring to a faux white house in Dallas.

Compare this great performance with Frank Langella’s work in Frost/Nixon! Bush’s portrayal of the shrub has more veracity and complexity than scowly Frank’s effort to be Nixon. Where the Langella movie leave us with tis denouement neatly tied off, The Bush performance leaves us with wonder about the life to follow. Will his wife leave him? Will he let his physical appearance go as he returns to drink? An image of a post movie sequel, perhaps located in a dingy New Orleans brothel, with Bush confessing to his for-the-night companion is too precious not to imagine.

Can an Oscar be in the future?"