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Movie Review: 'Stone'

Robert De Niro and Edward Norton star in prison drama with a difference.

October 08, 2010|By Michael Phillips, Tribune Newspapers critic

A stern four-character chamber piece, "Stone" begins with the line "You keep my soul in a dungeon" and follows it up immediately with "I'm leaving." This is not a movie afraid of stating its business and hitting the nail on the head. Yet it is about people who do not leave, at least up front; it is about being stuck but nearing a boiling point.

Odd in its mixture of bluntness and indirection, screenwriter Angus MacLachlan's study in biblical temptation is saved from its own heavy-handedness by a fine quartet of actors. MacLachlan wrote the wonderful "Junebug," a more delicately layered affair, and has written far more, in total, for the stage than for the screen. "Stone" proceeds as a series of interlocking two-person encounters, as we watch as one person gets further and further underneath another person's skin. Robert De Niro and Edward Norton play a Michigan parole officer nearing retirement and a convicted arsonist, respectively. Jack Mabry (De Niro) must determine the mental fitness of Gerald "Stone" Creeson (Norton). "I'm clean as anybody," Stone says, tauntingly, in an early encounter. "Clean as you."

We know he's right: In the film's prologue (the "dungeon" bit), set 30-some years earlier, Jack threatens to kill his infant daughter when Jack's wife, Madylyn ( Frances Conroy in the later scenes), tells him she's leaving. Since that incident Jack and Madylyn have buried their resentments in near-silence, drab routine and Bible study. The film's soundtrack is flooded with the sound of talk-radio callers and a broadcast of what is apparently the only show anyone in the Detroit area listens to: a faith-based, paranoia-stoking program.

Stone has a plan to obtain the parole he so desperately craves. He instructs his skanky live-wire of a wife, Lucetta ( Milla Jovovich), to ingratiate herself with Jack after hours. This schoolteacher (lovely touch) does so, and suddenly a brutally repressed man becomes un-sprung.

We know where this is going, yet one of the film's strengths is the way it follows Mabry to retirement, increasingly isolated, without allowing the audience any easy answers. The film's religiosity extends to Stone's conversion behind bars to a Scientology-like belief system based on humans seeing, and hearing themselves as "God's tuning fork."

On the one hand, director John Curran's handling of this material pays off with the opportunities it affords its actors. De Niro, working in gratifying minimalist mode, watches his prey (or is it his attacker?) like a hawk, while Norton's Stone — all cornrowed hair, ghetto-speak and sexual goading — works out his next move. Jovovich is genuinely scary — and funny. Conroy does what she can to flesh out a schematic character.

For many, the actors will be enough. For others, the material will be too much or not enough. I found it vexing, a little obvious — and hard to shake off.

mjphillips@tribune.com

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