When a filmmaker tackles a big subject such as the Holocaust or World War II, they often do so through the eyes of a character the audience will identify with.  Roland Emmerich has done that with Stonewall.  Like most people, lead actor Jeremy Irvine also cannot act.  Nope, not even a little.  But he is pretty (actually prettier and taller in person), and these days, that tends to suffice.  He kinda strikes me as an aspiring porn actor who got lucky – well, I’m sure SOMEONE got lucky.  But he was not nearly as pretty as the people who were at this premiere in WeHo.  The really pretty ones were part of the lovely Bryan Singer‘s posse, but let’s not go there.  Back to the movie, the lead actor isn’t even the biggest problem.  That honor is saved for the script, written by the usually serviceable Jon Robin Baitz, which is filled with more pitfalls and potholes than any street in Greenwich Village.  What the film DOES have going for it is the bravura, highly skilled performance of Jonny Beauchamp, who you may know from Penny Dreadful (where he has appeared naked, and you can see every inch of him on BillyMasters.com).  He’s so good that any time he is on-screen, the material is elevated to something almost resembling a movie.  Alas, those moments are fleeting.