Here, there and everywhere: Daniel Day-Lewis as the weary, rambling commander in chief in Steven Spielberg's Lincoln. Lincoln lives. Mind you, he does nothing so outlandish in Steve Spielberg's latest film as stalking vampires. But it is to the credit of this Lincoln that old Honest Abe is made so credibly real and yet seems no less mythical for the exercise. Out of the history books. Up from the Tennessee marble of that famous sitting position in his stately memorial. Down off all those pedestals that bear statues - five in Chicago alone - of the 16th American president around the world. This 150 minute reanimation succeeds as it does owing to a recipe of roughly one part Spielbergian mastery and several parts Daniel-Day Lewis shape shifting. If the Irish actor is mentioned in any chat amongst friends or co-workers, perhaps bruited between drinks at a gathering, you're likely to hear some seemingly facile testament to his bri...