So well-crafted that you'll forget it's an airless product

Rating: 3/10 (28 December 2014)

There's no denying this movie is exceedingly well-made: the acting is achingly accomplished, especially Benedict Cumberbatch in the lead; the editing deftly moves the picture along; the cinematography nails the period. So what's wrong? (Some sort-of spoilers ahead.)
When the film ended, I was quite taken--until I realized that no sooner had I left the theatre that I had forgotten all about it. The film so subtly presses all the right buttons--tortured main character whose ailment (likely Asperger's) is never specified but is very current and topical; incredulous supporting characters who are eventually won over; triumph against long odds; tragic coda--that you will only later realize that you've seen this all before. It's called The Hollywood Movie.
There's nothing wrong with Hollywood film, if that is what interests you. Director Morten Tyldum isn't Hollywood, but the writer Graham Moore sure is (10 Things I Hate About You). In any case, the film's tight crafting leaves you no room to breathe. There is no challenge, no visceral engagement, no real interest beyond historicity. At the end, y'all can go home folks and tell your friends what a wonderful film it was, and pat yourself on the back for your discernment is choosing to see such a fine product.
Product? Yes, product -- because this sure ain't a film.