The Soloist fiddles with schlock

The Soloist opens with newspapers thudding onto lawns, a quaint sight that makes the movie practically a period piece, even though the events that inspired it took place within the last four years. An old-fashioned tale for a newfangled world, the movie turns on a series of columns begun in 2005 by Los Angeles Times reporter Steve Lopez, an old-school vox populi whose writing about his friendship with a musically gifted homeless black man on the city's Skid Row drew an outpouring of sympathy and support from readers around the nation.

On the face of it, British director Joe Wright, who brought us the ghosts of upper-crust England past with Pride & Prejudice and Atonement, seems an odd choice to direct a drama set in the Other Los Angeles. In fact, Wright, like Lopez, has a common touch, but the director is more a vulgarizer than a populist—a crucial difference when the subject is the wretched of the earth. Using local non-pro actors, Wright pumps up Lopez's laconically described Skid Row into a Ken Russell hellhole of social outcasts and misfits. The Soloist begins with a flashy aerial shot of the downtown intersection between four freeways, followed by a meaningful cut to the dingy underpass below, where Nathaniel Ayers (Jamie Foxx) lives with a shopping cart full of rubbish that he loves as much as the two-stringed old violin he plays to drown out the hostile voices in his head.

If only The Soloist lived up to the quality of its leads, Jamie Foxx and Robert Downey Jr....
If only The Soloist lived up to the quality of its leads, Jamie Foxx and Robert Downey Jr....

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The Soloist Directed by Joe Wright. Written by Susannah Grant. Based on the columns of Steve Lopez. Starring Jamie Foxx, Robert Downey Jr. and Catherine Keener. Opens Friday.

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That's where Lopez (Robert Downey Jr.) stumbles across him playing Beethoven and where, being a few columns short, he proposes following Ayers around. For journalists like Lopez, it's a short hop from coverage to social work and, before long, under the eye-rolling gaze of wised-up community organizers, he's trying to press medication, music lessons, an apartment and an appearance at Disney Hall on Nathaniel.

Writing with matter-of-fact warmth and appealing self-deprecation of his efforts to fix an increasingly agitated Nathaniel, Lopez skillfully weaves in complex issues of patients' rights, the relationship between art and psychosis, and the thin line between journalism and advocacy. For his part, Wright, apparently seized with the fear that the material lacks inherent drama, lays on the hyperbole, peppering the action with in-your-face visuals and ill-lit flashbacks to Nathaniel's youth as a troubled Juilliard prodigy.

Worse yet, Lopez has been given a personality makeover. Whether in the interests of pathological symmetry or because this is how movies like their journalists, screenwriter Susannah Grant has turned the happily married Lopez into the ghost of Robert Downey Jr. past—a barely socialized basket case. Stalwartly resisting the overkill, Downey delivers his lines and his unnecessary voiceover in a flat mumble that's astutely complemented by Foxx's low-key prattling. By turning down the volume, Foxx's beautifully modulated performance catches the way people with psychotic illnesses slip in and out of rationality and self-awareness.

Foxx and Downey's disciplined duet come close to redeeming The Soloist from its visual excesses and the woolly romanticism about mental illness. Never one to resist a cheesy finale, though, Wright leaves us with a parting shot of the dancing homeless that shamelessly exploits the very people his film is meant to champion.

 
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