Opposites attract: Watched "Doubt" last night, starring Meryl Street, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Amy Adams. After her giddy role as Donna Sheridan in "Mamma Mia!" where she frolicked through Greece singing ABBA ditties, what a transformation to see her cast as my mother! (Ha, ha, ha, kidding!).
As staid, stern Sister Aloysius—what a delicious name!—her upper lip never so much as quivers, though there's a quick but fabulously explosive scene between she and the Father (Hoffman), where her entire body trembles and rattles with gratifying fury; I replayed it over and over, almost clapping my hands: There's your Oscar moment.
Beautifully lensed, dark and wickedly funny, the movie was a slow-burning winner... even if the ending fell a little flat. Amy Adams was also dandy as the ugly young nun, though I prefer her dolled up in a more flamboyant role, a la "Enchanted." Truly amazing that she and Meryl starred together in back-to-back films, with "Julie and Julia" right on the heels of "Doubt." What a phenomenal year for both.Earlier, I watched another flick, "Bonneville," sweet and somewhat predictable, though with the star power of Jessica Lange, Kathy Bates and Joan Allen, how could it miss? Also a beautiful thing to see Christine Baranski cast out of her usual comedic forte, as a frigid bitch.