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Posted: 12/25/08 at 9:55pm
I find DOUBT to be a tremendous piece of writing. Every time I see it, I come up with another interpretation. John Patrick Shanley's film version is a faithful, if not very well directed, adaptation of his Pulitzer Prize winning. And true to form, I came up with yet another interpretation. (Truth be told, I'm unsure if interpretation is the correct word.)
While the play was masterfully directed by Doug Hughes, Shanley's film feels like Susan Stroman's screen adaptation of THE PRODUCERS. It's just not very well directed: scenes are stagnantly shot; they are tight, angular and never contain more than two people in the same frame. There is also an extreme, detrimental over-indulgence in frying-pan-upside-the-head symbolism.
That said, Shanley's work with the actors is rather tremendous. Meryl Streep is the chameleon to end all chameleons and she is entirely believable and convincing as Sister Aloysius. It's not necessarily a restrained one, but Philip Seymour Hoffman makes up for that.
He, too, is convincing and believable; I may go as far as to say that he even perhaps makes Father Flynn a figure of compassion, brought down by a tyrannical dictator, much like Ron Eldard's Flynn on Broadway. But there's something so innately smug and slovenly about Hoffman that doubt as to the nature of his relationship with the Donald Miller is even more present. It's also the first time I've ever seen Flynn portrayed as possibly homosexual.
Amy Adams is not an actress with enough skill to find anything in the poorly written role of Sister James. Viola Davis, in her 10 minutes on screen, is luminous.
It's definitely a film worth-seeing, especially if you haven't seen the play. If only it were better made.
While the play was masterfully directed by Doug Hughes, Shanley's film feels like Susan Stroman's screen adaptation of THE PRODUCERS. It's just not very well directed: scenes are stagnantly shot; they are tight, angular and never contain more than two people in the same frame. There is also an extreme, detrimental over-indulgence in frying-pan-upside-the-head symbolism.
That said, Shanley's work with the actors is rather tremendous. Meryl Streep is the chameleon to end all chameleons and she is entirely believable and convincing as Sister Aloysius. It's not necessarily a restrained one, but Philip Seymour Hoffman makes up for that.
He, too, is convincing and believable; I may go as far as to say that he even perhaps makes Father Flynn a figure of compassion, brought down by a tyrannical dictator, much like Ron Eldard's Flynn on Broadway. But there's something so innately smug and slovenly about Hoffman that doubt as to the nature of his relationship with the Donald Miller is even more present. It's also the first time I've ever seen Flynn portrayed as possibly homosexual.
Amy Adams is not an actress with enough skill to find anything in the poorly written role of Sister James. Viola Davis, in her 10 minutes on screen, is luminous.
It's definitely a film worth-seeing, especially if you haven't seen the play. If only it were better made.