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the story from a tricky perspective,<br />
acknowledging that Rick Jr.’s story is<br />
made up of both knowingly irresponsible<br />
acts and the unstoppable cycle of crime<br />
fueled by desperation. Demange and<br />
cinematographer Tat Racliffe adeptly depict<br />
the tightknit, street-smart neighborhoods<br />
of a tarnished Detroit. Similarly, Amy<br />
Westcott’s costuming, especially intricately<br />
designed for the background actors, brings<br />
the flamboyance of the era to life without<br />
falling into the trap of overzealous nostalgia.<br />
But White Boy Rick’s treatment of Dawn,<br />
whom father and son rescue from nearfatal<br />
addiction, leaves much to be desired.<br />
She sometimes feels like an afterthought.<br />
Similarly, the surprising turn of events that<br />
reveals Rick Jr.’s newborn baby unfolds<br />
haphazardly and is handled in a cutesy<br />
way. But despite its structural hiccups,<br />
Demange’s film still manages to highlight the<br />
humanity of a family and community that<br />
fights to survive their no-win circumstances<br />
and aspire to pass on something hopeful to<br />
their descendants.<br />
—Tomris Laffly<br />
BEL CANTO<br />
SCREEN MEDIA FILMS/Color/2.35/102 Mins./Not Rated<br />
Cast: Julianne Moore, Ken Watanabe, Christopher<br />
Lambert, Sebastian Koch, Tenoch Huerta.<br />
Directed by Paul Weitz.<br />
Screenplay: Paul Weitz, Anthony Weintraub, based on the<br />
novel by Ann Patchett.<br />
Produced by Caroline Baron, Lizzie Friedman, Karen<br />
Lauder, Greg Little, Andrew Miano, Anthony Weintrab,<br />
Paul Weitz.<br />
Executive producers: Madeline Anbinder, Stephen Anbinder,<br />
Robert Baron, Tracy Baron, Ali Jazayeri, Lisa<br />
Wolofsky, Viviane Zarragoitia.<br />
Director of photography: Tobias Datum.<br />
Production designer: Tommaso Ortino.<br />
Editor: Suzy Elmiger.<br />
Music: David Majzlin.<br />
A Screen Media presentation of a Priority Pictures,<br />
A-Line Pictures and Depth of Field production.<br />
Terrorists kidnap Julianne Moore but free<br />
her heart in this far-fetched drama.<br />
You don’t go to operas for the plot, but<br />
movies about opera singers are a bit different—and<br />
one less aria, and one more judicious<br />
rewrite, might have helped Bel Canto.<br />
Based on the Ann Patchett novel—itself<br />
inspired by a real-life incident in Peru—it’s<br />
set in a Latin-American country where the<br />
vice president is giving a grand diplomatic<br />
ball. The guests include various ambassadors<br />
and a Japanese mogul, Katsumi Hosokawa<br />
(Ken Watanabe), whose investments the<br />
country is eagerly trying to obtain.<br />
Helping them in that effort? The entertainment<br />
for the evening is Roxanne Coss (Julianne<br />
Moore), a renowned American singer<br />
on whom the opera-obsessed Hosokawa has<br />
more than a casual fan’s crush. Coss is only<br />
there for the generous fee, but her hosts hope<br />
her appearance will persuade Hosokawa to<br />
commit to a massive new project.<br />
And then terrorists burst in and take<br />
everyone hostage.<br />
This is the point at which many movies<br />
would suddenly reveal there’s a disgracedbut-still-studly<br />
Special Ops hero among the<br />
guests (and spotting Christopher Lambert in<br />
the cast briefly adds to that suspicion). But<br />
director Paul Weitz (who also co-wrote the<br />
faithful adaptation) is interested in quieter<br />
stuff, as the hostage situation drags on for<br />
weeks and bonds begin to form.<br />
The strongest is between Hosokawa and<br />
Coss even though it’s a relationship that has<br />
to develop non-verbally; very few people at<br />
this international party seem to be fluent in<br />
more than one language, so the soundtrack is<br />
a colorful babble of Japanese, Spanish, Italian<br />
and other tongues. But Hosokawa’s courtliness<br />
is obvious—when the terrorists demand<br />
they lie on the floor, he makes Coss a pillow<br />
out of his folded tuxedo jacket—and it soon<br />
warms even this diva’s somewhat chilly heart.<br />
That’s fine, and both actors play to their<br />
strengths here—Watanabe’s stoic masculinity,<br />
Moore’s quicksilver emotions—and<br />
the rest of the cast is solid. Lambert adds<br />
a few small moments of humor as a French<br />
diplomat; Sebastian Koch is the mostly<br />
disregarded voice of reason, as a negotiator<br />
commuting between the government and the<br />
kidnappers. And, as the rebel leader, Tenoch<br />
Huerta is formidable without ever becoming<br />
simply monstrous.<br />
Yet the film—Weitz’s first since 2015’s<br />
indie Grandma—feels a little cheap and<br />
shortchanged. Grainy bits of stock footage<br />
used to pad out scenes of military preparations<br />
stick out painfully. Also jarring is<br />
Moore’s singing—she lip-syncs expertly to<br />
the glorious Renée Fleming’s pre-recorded<br />
vocals, but the room tone is off. Even when<br />
Coss is singing in a nearly empty, marblefloored<br />
home, it has the warm, rich ambience<br />
of a concert hall.<br />
But even less realistic are the interactions<br />
among the characters. That being thrown<br />
together in this situation might draw people<br />
close is undeniable; that it would encourage<br />
explosions of sexual passion seems less likely.<br />
But not only do Coss and Hosokawa connect,<br />
so do a shy Japanese translator and an illiterate<br />
terrorist (who meet for assignations in a<br />
china closet). Other bursts of affection include<br />
Coss tutoring a would-be singing gunman and<br />
the vice president happily chatting with a rebel<br />
who’s already killed one of the hostages.<br />
Perhaps this worked better in Patchett’s<br />
novel, where readers can create a certain<br />
poetic distance, but transferred to the<br />
screen these moments just fail to convince,<br />
as gun-toting rebels conspire to let hostages<br />
sneak away for a few hours of amor. Why, it’s<br />
just like the last episode of my favorite telenovela,<br />
one rifle-toting kidnapper exclaims!<br />
Yet, it probably is. And it helps strike one of<br />
the loudest false notes in this occasionally,<br />
operatically, off-key drama.<br />
—Stephen Whitty<br />
THE CHILDREN ACT<br />
A24/Color/1.85/105 Mins./Rated R<br />
Cast: Emma Thompson, Fionn Whitehead, Stanley Tucci,<br />
Ben Chaplin, Eileen Walsh, Anthony Calf, Jason<br />
Watkins, Dominic Carter.<br />
Directed by Richard Eyre.<br />
Screenplay: Ian McEwan, based on his novel.<br />
Produced by Duncan Kenworthy.<br />
Executive producers: Glen Basner, Ben Browning,<br />
Joe Oppenheimer, Beth Pattinson, Charles Moore.<br />
Director of photography: Andrew Dunn.<br />
Production designer: Peter Francis.<br />
Editor: Dan Farrell.<br />
Music: Stephen Warbeck.<br />
Costume designer: Fotini Dimou.<br />
A BBC <strong>Film</strong>s, Toledo Prods. and <strong>Film</strong>Nation Entertainment<br />
production.<br />
An impressively acted but uncompelling<br />
film about a family court judge in the U.K.<br />
who grapples with her faltering marriage and<br />
the impact of her legal decisions on a young<br />
boy—and ultimately herself.<br />
Perhaps I’m suffering from compassion<br />
fatigue, but no matter how hard I tried (and I<br />
did, really and truly), I couldn’t muster any serious<br />
empathy for Fiona Maye (Emma Thompson),<br />
a high-powered family court judge who<br />
has to make life-and-death decisions (most<br />
of which are no-brainers for any reasonable<br />
person). At the same time, her husband Jack<br />
(Stanley Tucci) has announced he’d like to<br />
have an extramarital affair with a particular<br />
young woman, though he has every intention<br />
of returning to Fiona.<br />
It’s his last-ditch sexual fling, he explains,<br />
arguing that Fiona has grown passion-free<br />
altogether too wrapped up in her cases and<br />
career to care one way or the other. Arguably,<br />
he has a point. Still, asking for her stamp<br />
of approval strains credulity. On second<br />
thought, if she okayed his proposal (and that<br />
might be the sensible thing to do), problem<br />
solved. Also, no movie.<br />
Adapted for the screen by Ian McEwan<br />
from his 2014 novel and directed by Richard<br />
Eyre, who helmed Iris and Notes of a Scandal<br />
(two subtle and moving films), The Children<br />
Act, referencing a 1989 U.K. child-welfare law,<br />
feels manufactured, certainly more so on the<br />
screen than in the book.<br />
Nonetheless, the picture has its rubbernecking<br />
appeal, watching it unfold to see what<br />
happens next given its contrived premise. It’s<br />
also fun to watch highly educated, successful<br />
people (Jack is a professor of ancient history)<br />
at work and at home—in this instance a spacious,<br />
comfortable refuge that proclaims lowkey<br />
affluence (credit to production designer<br />
Peter Francis). There are the book-lined<br />
walls, Persian rugs and a grand piano. Fiona<br />
is an accomplished pianist, too. Talk about<br />
aspirational!<br />
Like many of McEwan’s novels, The<br />
Children Act consists in large measure of the<br />
protagonist’s introspective journey. Transferring<br />
it to the screen is therefore challenging.<br />
Several of his earlier adaptations have succeeded,<br />
most notably (and recently) On Chesil<br />
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