Here we have a strangely-compelling film.
The story is perfect.
The mise-en-scène is adequate.
Am I blaming the director?
Not at all!
I’m blaming Lionsgate.
But not even that.
I’m blaming Hollywood.
Because the effort is there.
Christina Ricci was the right actress.
James McAvoy was surprisingly fantastic.
But Hollywood (even in a globalized coproduction) is ill-equipped to make this sort of picture.
To make a picture about a freak, you must employ freaks.
People with pain in their hearts.
Thus, the finished product (as it stands) is disingenuous.
I watched the whole thing.
Hoping it would magically get over the hill.
But I’m left a bit crestfallen.
This should have been a masterpiece.
Leslie Caveny wrote a magnificent story.
Mark Palansky did everything he could as a director.
But Hollywood is incapable of thinking outside the box anymore.
And that will be its downfall.
It’s a halting effort.
A noble failure.
Peter Dinklage gives a phenomenal performance.
So here’s what needs to happen.
Let another director try.
No point putting a fine director (Mr. Palansky) through the torture of doing this all over again.
It’s been ten years.
Give a freak a chance.
Total artistic freedom.
Don’t worry about the box office.
Make a piece of art.
The story is there.
But does Lionsgate have the chutzpah to admit its own misstep?
The opportunity calls.
Recognize the brilliance of even TRYING to make this film.
Now make it FOR REAL.
No saccharine kowtowing to Disney archetypes.
Give the world a real film.
It’s your only chance.