Kenneth Branagh and Helena Bonham Carter are this kind of movie that is strikingly attractive endowed with such a good amount of wit, skill and beauty that it is very nearly amusing to see them playing a couple of scruffy outcasts in love in „The Theory of Flight.”
Amusing, although not always offputting. The movie by which Carter plays a lady with Lou Gehrig’s infection and Branagh plays her dysfunctional attendant might appear such as for instance a sympathy getting actors’ stunt. But it is a truly work of love for the co movie stars: a budget that is low chancy task they clearly wished to do for in accordance with one another.
That means it is an interesting „couple” film, when you look at the real method in which certain Spencer Tracy Katharine Hepburn or Paul Newman Joanne Woodward movies are. (as well as like some old Branagh Emma Thompson movies.) The celebrity chemistry and interplay lift the movie greater than it probably deserves. The movie stars, together, allow it to be 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 that has a motoneuron illness (commonly described 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 attach together as he’s forced doing community solution for their misdeeds and hired become her attendant.