Drama. Starring Liam Neeson, Olivia Wilde, Adrien Brody, Moran Atlas, Mila Kunis, James Franco, Maria Bello, Kim Basinger. Dircted by Paul Haggis. Cert 15A
Writer/director Paul Haggis somehow snared the Best Picture and Best Screenplay Oscars for 2004’s Crash, a self-conscious, pretentious soap opera of a film if ever there was one and, if anything, Third Person is even worse.
The device of interlinking several stories is trotted out again, the central one being former Pulitzer Prize-winning author Michael (Liam Neeson) sitting in his Paris hotel room agonising over his latest work and having Anna (Olivia Wilde) arrive and cavort about the place semi-naked.
In truth, no amount of semi-nude cavorting from Ms Wilde would compensate for the therapy-speak waffle you’d have to endure and in parallel tales we have a fashion industry hustler (Adrien Brody) miraculously coming to the aid of a Roma woman (Moran Atlas), in Rome, whose daughter has been kidnapped.
Lob in New York screw-up Monika (Mila Kunis) whose ex-husband, pretentious artist Rick (James Franco, not a little typecast here), has taken custody of their son and you have an utter mess of a movie which defies logic on several levels and wastes the talents of some fine performers.
To tell you the truth, if you’re not spitting with rage at the ludicrous conclusion after 136 minutes of this nonsense I’ll be surprised. Easily a contender for worst picture of the year.
Science-Fiction. Starring Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Michael Caine, Matt Damon, Casey Affleck, John Lithgow, Ellen Burstyn, Topher Grace, Mackenzie Foy. Directed by Christopher Nolan. Cert 12A