Patricia Clarkson stars as Mike Hoolihan, a glum New Orleans police detective investigating the homicide of Jennifer Rockwell, an astrophysicist (Mamie Gummer) who specialised in black holes.
The victim was found shot to death in an observatory, which is managed by a shifty Toby Jones. Other suspects include colleague and lover Duncan Reynolds (Jonathan Majors), her menacing wealthy father, Col Tom Rockwell (James Caan), and her mad-as-a-balloon mother (Jacki Weaver).
Don’t expect Cluedo. Loosely based on Martin Amis’s book Night Train, Out of Blue plays with temporal jumps and scientifically themed meditations on Schrödinger’s cat and dark matter. It’s an odd film characterised by odd occurrences. Conrad W Hall’s cinematography adds jarring composition and a disconcerting air.
Who is the reporter that keeps popping up to ask Mike personal questions? Why does Mike suddenly start to strip at a club? What’s going on here?
Unhappily, the tangle of details requires a big, fat melodramatic coincidence so that the film can find its way to a conclusion.
Interesting textures
There are moments when Carol Morley’s fourth feature offers a fair approximation of early David Lynch or mid-period Nic Roeg. (Rather appropriately, Nic’s son Luc is a producer here.) Yet, despite an incredible central performance from Clarkson and many interesting textures, Out of Blue is seldom as compelling as Morley’s atmospheric 2014 boarding school drama, The Falling, or, indeed, her powerful 2011 docudrama Dreams of a Life.
It doesn’t quite come together, but there are enough reliable, muscular performers to steal scenes and keep things interesting. Weaver manages to be the weirdest thing in a defiantly weird picture and James Caan channels John Huston’s evil Chinatown patriarch.
Opens on March 29th
