De Niro and Norton’s moviestar masterclass combined with austerely beautiful filmmaking elevates a formulaic story that trades heavily in caricature. Often darkly funny, occasionally LOL so, Stone surmounts its insufficient title by proving itself an involving experience.
Edward Norton doesn’t look like a movie star, lacking the right profile and bone structure. Good thing he can act, here a white-chocolate Detroit hood. Think Eminem in the joint. His demented riffs are often downright funny, bespeaking an actor atop his game. He’s so good he deserves to be known simply by his last name, as his legendary co-star long has been.
Robert De Niro specializes in flawed authority figures nowadays, here a prison parole officer with a heart of darkness. Part of the movie’s fun is seeing him face off with Norton’s virile sociopath, the sort of character De Niro himself played in Cape Fear and so many other movies.
Mila Jovovich throws body and soul into the girlish wife who willingly seduces De Niro’s PO to help spring her husband. Notwithstanding her pulchritude (winsome smile; nipples like plump strawberries) and extremely competent acting, she doesn’t rise to the level of greatness, which is to say it’s easy to imagine others playing the part.
Frances Conroy falls into the same elevated competence category playing De Niro’s emotionally battered wife.
John Curran’s beautiful and effective film benefits immensely from Maryse Alberti’s subtly perfect cinematography. If only Angus MacLachlan’s screenplay was more than a set of cliches.
Gleefully sordid, with lascivious seductions and laughably nasty language. OTOH, brief peeks into long ago heinous acts by De Niro’s parole officer and Norton’s sociopath are truly revolting.
Everyone is morally fallen: sociopaths and Christians alike. Yadda, yadda, yadda, this garden variety Left Wing Hollywood caricature is downright musty. Doesn’t anyone in Tinseltown have any new ideas?