An all-too-brief review by John Intini of Adrien Brody's latest movie, The Jacket, taken from the March 7 issue of Maclean's.
"It’s easy to forget that Adrien Brody won an Academy Award two years ago. All you have to do is watch (though I'm not recommending it) his string of dreadful performances since his Oscar-winning role in The Pianist—from a small role in The Singing Detective to his overacting in M. Night Shyamalan's disastrous The Village. Now add The Jacket, his first lead role since winning as best actor, to that list. Brody plays Jack Starks, a wounded Gulf War vet suffering from amnesia who ends up in an insane asylum. Under the unorthodox care of Dr. Becker (Kris Kristofferson), Starks is pumped full of experimental drugs, strapped in a straightjacket and locked in a morgue drawer for hours at a time to "treat" his demons.
But the real torture is having to sit through the 103-minute film, which shifts between present (1992) and future (2007) whenever Brody is in lockdown. Keira Knighdey's uninspired performance as Starks's only friend does nothing to help this fragmented story. Director John Maybury's use of quick edits and tense music seems merely cheesy. And too many key moments are laughable, thanks mainly to Brody's un-Oscar-like acting."
Nice.
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Urgh - it doesn't inspire does it? I rather liked Brody's performance in Summer of Sam but I think he's begun to let his choices / his agent's choices lead him into the roles of worthy emotionally tortured souls and that rarely works out well.
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