Kenneth Branagh and Helena Bonham Carter are this type of strikingly appealing film couple endowed with such a good amount of wit, skill and beauty that it is nearly amusing to see them playing a couple of scruffy outcasts in love in “The Theory of Flight.”
Amusing, although not necessarily offputting. The film for which Carter plays a female with Lou Gehrig’s infection and Branagh plays her attendant that is dysfunctional may just like a sympathy grabbing actors’ stunt. But it is a really work of love because of its co stars: a low quality, chancy task they demonstrably wished to do for in accordance with one another.
Which makes it an interesting “couple” film, when you look at the method in which specific Spencer Tracy Katharine Hepburn or Paul Newman Joanne Woodward movies are. (if not like some old Branagh Emma Thompson movies.) The celebrity chemistry and interplay lift the movie greater than it probably deserves. The movie stars, together, ensure it is well well worth viewing.
A shaggy and eccentric painter with a mildly psychopathic streak and an obsession with old airplanes in this oddball romance, Branagh is Richard. Carter is Jane, a foul mouthed virgin who may have a motoneuron condition (commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s condition or ALS, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis), wears “Lucky Strike” jackets and wishes desperately become deflowered before her sadly imminent death. Rough on top, sweet underneath, those two connect together as he’s obligated to accomplish community solution for their misdeeds and hired become her attendant. Slowly, the couple that is unlikely lurching toward love.
While the movie stars hit sparks, “Theory” lumbers under its over obvious trip metaphor. Richard spends a lot of their time in a warehouse, building an antiquated biplane from his old artworks, evidently modeled after very very early Wright brothers aircraft. (more…)