
Angelina Jolie, playing the Scream in the new Edvard Munch biopic.
Just watched Changeling. Stunningly bad. Almost as embarrassing as Blindness. There are no surprises in this film. You know what's going on in the first 10 minutes and it never deviates from that course. There is no personality. Actors are forced into monotone recitations of awkward dialogue (unless you're Angelina, who quivers and screams a lot). John Malkovich walks and talks like a zombie. Angelina looks like one. And the film keeps plodding on like a zombie, long after any possible interest I might've had in the story had faded. This is the film that wouldn't end.
Strangely, Eastwood thinks the most interesting aspect of the story is how corrupt the police department is and how mental patients are treated. I can understand the desire to make an exposé if this were happening in the past few years. But this is a period piece. Why the hell would anyone care about corrupt police and mental patients in the Twenties? There needs to be something more going on. But there isn't. This film is a metaphor for nothing. It explores nothing. It is a nothing picture directed by a filmmaker apparently incapable of summoning even the slightest bit of creativity in telling this story.
I imagine what the film would have been like if David Lynch were behind the camera. Identities actually changing. You don't know if the character's son is really missing or if she's just going crazy. Strange characters saying bizarre things. A surreal nightmare. That would've been interesting. This film was the complete opposite of interesting.












