Biographies

reviewed December 2004

A stolid, thoughtful movie about a stolid, thoughtful man (albeit with a kinky side), Kinsey is one of those movies that I saw months ago but simply couldn’t think of anything to say about.  It’s well made, interesting, moving, often funny – it’s just kind of dull, in an eminently competent way.  While it provides a welcome and amusing education in the sexual ignorance of not-so-very-long ago – and gives us a taste of what we might expect from the fundamentalist Puritans who seem to think they have some sort of mandate to impose their corrosive “morality” on the rest of us – it doesn’t make much of a lasting impression.

The acting is fine – especially deserving of notice is Peter Sarsgaard, excellent as always, as one of Kinsey’s researchers.  Liam Neeson and Laura Linney, as the Kinseys, have good chemistry, in a science-geek kind of way.  Some of the casting is entertaining just for itself:  squeaky-clean Chris O’Donnell talks graphically about sex, while that sweet transvestite Tim Curry indignantly harrumphs as an uptight professor.  Meanwhile, John Lithgow reprises his Footloose persona as Kinsey’s father, an upright preacher who inveighs against dancing.

I recommend it, if only to piss off conservatives.

 

Finding Neverland is much more openly sentimental, and I guess I’m getting soft, because I liked it better.  It had a heart, which may be what I found missing in Kinsey.  Johnny Depp is terrific as Peter Pan author J.M. Barrie; even his gently Scottish burr sounds authentic.  Kate Winslet has a wonderful, tart brightness that she manages to keep sparked even during her character’s illness.  I was far less enamored of the children playing the boys who inspire Peter Pan.  The youngest is utterly talentless yet has an inordinate number of lines. 

Finding Neverland is beautifully made and deftly handles what could have been banal clichés – the disintegrating marriage between Barrie and his wife (nicely played by Radha Mitchell); the overbearing, overprotective mother (Julie Christie in this thankless role is also wonderful).  Forewarned about the sentimental ending, I was prepared to hate it – but I succumbed.  Yes, okay – I cried.  But, as I’ve said before, I don’t mind being manipulated if it’s done well, and Finding Neverland does it beautifully.  (I did leave the theater with alacrity once the credits started to roll, thanks to this warning in a Premiere article:

“One thing [Harvey] Weinstein did insist on was an Elton John song over the end credits.  ‘He gave me everything I wanted, so if he wants the song, I’m not going to make a big stink about it,’ says [director Marc] Forster.  ‘It’s not about liking or disliking [the song].  It doesn’t feel right.’  Adds Depp, ‘I think that Elton John and Bernie Taupin have written some sublime pieces of music with equally sublime lyrics over the years, but this isn’t one of those.’”



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