Kenneth Branagh and Helena Bonham Carter are this kind of strikingly appealing film couple endowed with such a good amount of wit, skill and beauty that it is nearly amusing to see them playing a set of scruffy outcasts in love in “The Theory of Flight.”
Amusing, although not always offputting. The film for which Carter plays a lady with Lou Gehrig’s condition and Branagh plays her attendant that is dysfunctional may like a sympathy getting actors’ stunt. But it is a really work of love because of its co movie movie stars: a low quality, chancy task they clearly desired to do for along with one another.
Which makes it a fascinating “couple” film, when you look at the method that certain Spencer Tracy Katharine Hepburn or Paul Newman Joanne Woodward movies are. (as well as like some old Branagh Emma Thompson movies.) The star chemistry and interplay lift the movie greater than it probably deserves. The movie stars, together, allow it to be well worth viewing.
A shaggy and eccentric painter with a mildly psychopathic streak and an obsession with old airplanes in this oddball romance, Branagh is Richard. Carter is Jane, a foul mouthed virgin who’s a motoneuron illness (commonly called Lou Gehrig’s condition or ALS, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis), wears “Lucky Strike” jackets and wishes desperately become deflowered before her sadly imminent death. Rough on top, sweet underneath, those two attach together as he’s obligated doing community solution for his misdeeds and hired become her attendant. Slowly, the unlikely few start lurching toward love.
Whilst the movie stars hit sparks, “Theory” lumbers under its over obvious trip metaphor. Richard spends most of their free time in a warehouse, building an antiquated biplane from their old artworks, apparently modeled after very early Wright brothers aircraft. Continuar lendo Given that movie movie stars hit sparks, “Theory” lumbers under its over obvious journey metaphor.