"The Soloist" could've been better with right directions; hence a better film.

Rating: 6/10 (26 April 2009)

Well, first, I would like to say that this film isn't bad or horrible. If it would've been easily predicted that such a film like this one would suck horrendously as the Happening(2008) did, I wouldn't have bothered to go see this movie in theatre. However, I couldn't leave the seat without a feeling of abrupt disappointment and somewhat bewilderment as to just what had happened toward the ending of the film. I am not here for typing to rapaciously disparage the hard working film crews of this film, but rather remonstrate for my own opinions about its possible flaws I find as the reasons for why I came out a lot disappointed after the end credit rolled. Like other erudite pundits or critics mentioned, this film has the great lead roles by Jamie Foxx who had won an Oscar, and the other Robert Downey Jr. who has been gleaming recently through his action hero(Iron Man)'s impact burgeoning since last year, which will especially continue to glisten more as the sequel to the action hero comes out in 2010.
It seemed to me, for the most of time the film was running, the director didn't seem to either try hard for delineating its real core of emotional sentimentality to the max between the characters or couldn't at all with such milieus subsisting against its own schizophrenic-esquire plots or the whole screenplay. Maybe, the director, Joe Wright wanted or intended partially to make his own film to be somewhat reflective of its main illness, schizophrenia, to even further make the audiences to somehow feel more related and sympathized toward the character, Ayers', though it would be too pointless to put the audience into confusion or dissatisfaction for them to comprehend and vicariously feel in the shoes of the characters depicted in the film.
In short, everything seemed disparate and incongruously edited to an extent where something doesn't click too well or attach deeply enough to the main theme of the film which the director is supposedly trying to express about: the sentimentally uplifting and serendipitous story of Ayers' success. The word, shallow, describes this film at the best. I hope, I don't sound too dismal on this work of film, which I don't hate it but wish it could have been better built with more solid directions added with more lucid and creative pizazz that would make it a little more tear-inducing sentimental work of art.
Because, as it moved toward the ending, I was so totally expecting something big and huge as its climax I was supposedly waiting about right until the end credit didn't show up as I made myself itchy in brain to even conjure up myself Jamie Foxx playing the famous Beethoven piece blaringly aloud at the hall, consequently making Mr. Lopez whom is called also Nathaniel's so claimed god, soaked with nascent tears with his ex-wife sitting together watching. I think that would have been a better ending so to make its ending as the main climax which I don't think I found while watching, though this could be totally just me.
Overall, the film was okay depicting the close, but not so deeply engaged in realistic manners, relationship between the two lead roles. To me, the movie moved around too much hastily and haphazardly, putting not enough deep emotion or feeling with either of the main characters, though some of the acting by the leads were good but not as deep as Joker's from Dark Knight or even Will Smith from the Pursuit of Happiness. Like, for Lopez, instead of him just going after Nathaniel's traces, showing him more intimate by contriving his efforts to get in the close bond with the gifted genius at the beginning would have made the character Lopez more humanely close to or attached to the audiences' perspective. I think it was too fastly progressed without showing much of the real deals that could've made it somewhat better as a whole.