CHANGELING (R) ****
Directed by Clint Eastwood. 140 minutes.
Starring Angelina Jolie, John Malkovich, Amy Ryan, Colm Feore, Jeffrey Donovan, Jason Butler Harner and Michael Kelly. Released by Universal Pictures.
Clint Eastwood’s latest film is a hodgepodge of a
The film opens with Christine Collins (Angelina Jolie, who
goes from laid back to ferocious throughout the picture’s proceedings) taking her
son, Walter, to school before heading to her job with the phone company. She’s
a manager who oversees the operators, skating back and forth on roller-skates
and taking care of customer complaints. One day, she comes home from work to
find her son missing. She calls the cops, but they tell her to wait 24 hours. Several
months later, a young boy is presented to Christine, but she knows he is not
her son. The film is apparently based on a true story and involves some serial
killings in
There’s a lot to chew on here and a lot of solid work by those involved. Jolie’s performance intensifies as the film rolls on, most notably when she confronts the film’s serial killer before the picture’s coda. This is among her best performances. Amy Ryan, who was so good in Gone Baby Gone, has a solid supporting performance here, while Michael Kelly convinces as a decent cop who is investigating the child murders which link the film’s various stories. Jeffrey Donovan is effectively horrid as the crooked captain of the LAPD and Jason Butler Harner ably wears the mask of evil as serial killer Gordon Northcott. Yes, and John Malkovich is, well, John Malkovich.
Changeling belongs in that category of great films – A.I., perhaps - that shoot for the moon and mostly hit the target. I could name other films in that category, but you know what I mean. In my review of Gangs of New York, I called it a “reckless masterpiece.” It’s a fitting title both for that film and this one. Towards the end of Eastwood’s film, sequences that appear to be closing scenes begin to stack up: two court cases, a visit to a high security prison, an execution and a discovery. All of the scenes work just fine – though I could have probably done without a rendition of “Silent Night” – but they are stacked on top of one another to the point that it feels the film has multiple endings.
But Eastwood’s filmmaking here is bold. The scenes in which
Christine suffers through the humiliations of being held in a mental
institution could have come across as camp- in fact, a scene in which a
roommate continues to yell “My room!” as the camera pans out of a window and across
the institution’s building comes close to just that – but the director gives
the sequences a life of their own outside the clichés of institutional drama.
The depiction of the serial killings in the film are powerful, frightening and
deeply disturbing, but Eastwood is a smart enough filmmaker to know when to pull
back and not upset the film’s tone. And, I would tend to worry if a film’s
climax entails two back to back courtroom scenes, but they inspire earned
emotion, rather than speechmaking in this case. It’s been a hell of a decade
for the director who, at age 78, has delivered two films this year (Gran Torino is released in December). I
still believe