
Where is the pleasure in a movie like this? It's long, it's depressing and we're expected to pay for the experience of seeing it? I'm not saying every movie should be sheer escapism, but when I watch a movie I don't want to feel depressed by the end of it. I was even deprived of the pleasure of staring at Angelina Jolie for 2 hours and 20 minutes since she seems to have starved herself into the look of someone who just left a concentration camp.
The movie tells the "true" story of the disappearance of 9 year-old Walter Collins. His mother, Christine (Jolie) reports him missing to the police, who a few months later are happy to announce that they've found him. The only problem is that they've found the wrong boy. When Christine protests they tell her that she's crazy, despite the fact that this new Walter is 4 inches shorter than he was when he left and is now circumcised when he wasn't before. After she takes her complaints to the press, the police have her put away in a mental institution. It's only after a serial killer is discovered to have been killing young boys, including, it seems, Walter, that Christine is released and she sues the police.
Apart from seeing the authentic seeming recreation of 1920s Los Angeles, I can't say that I enjoyed anything about this movie. Jolie's performance is good, but I found the voice she used to be irritating. It's very quiet and she always seems to be struggling to get a breath like she has asthma or something. She doesn't exert herself until a scene near the end of the movie and that scene seems out of place and very Hollywood, although it's more like what we've come to expect from Angelina Jolie.
Like so many movies that come out during award season this one runs too fucking long. This movie is depressing to start with and runs on and on for at least 45 minutes too long. Even though the last half of the movie is the least depressing as Christine is vindicated, by the time we reached that portion of the film I just wanted it to be over with.
Jolie will probably get nominated for an Oscar for this part, but I can't generate any enthusiasm for her winning. Sure, she does a good job, but the last thing I want is for anyone to be encouraged into making other movies like this one. If it wasn't for Eastwood's much better Gran Torino, I'd suspect the old guy was losing it, but maybe it's just a case of him making too many movies too often. They can't all be winners.

















