3.5/5 starsSet in a seedy 1960s world of smoky pubs and grimy snooker halls, where deals are done on napkins, Danny Boyle’s Ink is a stark reminder of how British media changed forever with the creation of The Sun.Opening this year’s Venice International Film Festival, this latest venture from Slumdog Millionaire director Boyle comes adapted by James Graham from his own play. Not that you would know it; there is nothing theatrical about Boyle’s staging here.Initially taking centre stage in Boyle’s film is prickly entrepreneur Rupert Murdoch (Guy Pearce, playing him with good grace), who buys the ailing paper from the Mirror Group back when it had no real identity.INK | Official Teaser | NetflixIn comes editor Larry Lamb (Jack O’Connell), a former hack at the highly successful Daily Mirror, who – under Murdoch’s instructions – creates a newspaper designed to appeal to ordinary, working-class men and women.Typically, characters are introduced with on-screen titles carrying their names – a trick Boyle previously pulled off in his landmark Irvine Welsh adaptation Trainspotting (1996), which shares a similar energy to Ink.