
Doubt is the kind of movie that makes you think. It brings up questions of innocence and guilt, assumptions and perceptions, and what we know absolutely from what we merely suspect. Philip Seymour Hoffman is a progressive minded priest at a Catholic middle-school in the mid sixties and Meryl Streep is Sister Aloysius, the school’s principal. Amy Adams is a young nun and history teacher. She confides her suspicions to Streep involving Hoffman and a young male student who also happens to be the school’s first black child. Streep immediately assumes Hoffman is guilty and makes it her mission to get rid of him.
As an acting showcase Doubt leaves none about the talents of its cast. I predict three and possibly four acting nominations from the Academy next month. Streep and Hoffman are locks and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Amy Adams gets one as well. The only question for her is will it be lead or supporting. There’s an argument for each. Viola Davis may get a surprise Supporting Actress nomination for her small but riveting role as the mother of the young boy in question. Her scene walking through the park with Streep is intense. And the things she reveals may surprise.
On the downside the movie never achieves cinematic maturity. It is very staged. What there is of a plot is a bit thinly spread. But it does have great dialogue and a scenery chewing confrontation between two of the greatest actors of our time. It also handles the central theme intelligently. The words pedophile and priest have made headlines together many times in recent years. The denouement may prove unsatisfactory to some but I thought it brilliant. You share Sister Aloysius’s anguish in the final scene.



















