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I was disappointed by this film, not because it was bad, but because it was nowhere near as good as it could have been. This was far too much a straight story of a man with schizophrenia, when it could have been a much greater and deeper exploration of the nature of reality. Essentially, I was disappointed because I was expecting something of the calibre of Closer, and got something more like Wimbledon. And I didn’t think Russell Crowe played his part particularly well, though Jennifer Connelly was amazing.
The schizophrenia was played very well, and from my medical knowledge of the condition, it seemed fairly accurate for a particularly severe case (generally, people just ‘hear voices’ – they tend not to see hallucinations. Though, as a point of interest, people deaf from birth tend to see patches of colour instead of hearing voices), and in the sense that it is accurately portraying a taboo medical condition, then it’s an excellent film.
Overall, it’s a worthwhile, thought-provoking, and enjoyable movie, but it could have been so much better. You really wouldn’t want to see this more than once, and it’s not really worth all the fuss that’s been made about it.