By Jocelyn Novek, National Writer
One of the most impactful scenes in "Concussion" is a brief and wordless one: Just a few seconds, really, of a high school football team going through its drills.
We don't know who these young, determined, helmeted kids are, but the message is sobering, especially if you're a parent: Concussion-related brain damage from football is not merely a threat to the professionals featured in the film. It's a threat to our football-playing kids, too.
And that's a strong argument for any football lover (or parent of one) to see this film, which is anchored by a sensitive, understated performance by Will Smith as the real-life forensic pathologist who earned the NFL's animosity for shining a torch on the problem in Pittsburgh, home of the revered Steelers.
The film, directed and written by Peter Landesman, may suffer from an overly simplistic, sometimes sermonizing script that could have used some sharp editing. But it's to be admired for bringing a truly important issue to the big screen — one we hate to hear about, perhaps, but isn't going to go away no matter how much we in this football-mad country try to avoid it.
We first get to know Dr. Bennet Omalu, a Nigerian immigrant, in the autopsy room, where he has the strange habit of speaking to the corpses he's cutting into, asking them questions. He wants their help, in deducing how they died. This approach endears him to some colleagues while antagonizing others.
One day, a beloved former Steeler ends up on Omalu's table: Mike Webster — "Iron Mike" — who died at only 50 after his last years were plagued by dementia. Omalu wonders why a high-level athlete would experience such a rapid deterioration. Ignoring colleagues' pleas to leave the case alone, Omalu orders testing of Webster's brain, at his own expense. "I don't know what I'm looking for," he tells his skeptical but supportive boss, Cyril Wecht (a wisecracking Albert Brooks.)
What he discovers is shocking: Webster's brain has been ravaged, a result of repeated blows over his long career — some 70,000 hits, Omalu estimates. He co-authors an article in a medical journal outlining his findings that Webster and others like him suffer from CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy). He thinks the NFL will be glad to know, so it can better help its athletes.
Well, he's wrong. There's been some controversy over whether the "Concussion" filmmakers may have deleted scenes to mollify the NFL, but the NFL certainly does not look good here. Rather than welcome Omalu's findings, the league and its representatives seek to discredit him. Wecht tries to explain this to an oblivious Omalu, who doesn't watch football (or even turn on the TV): "You're going to war with a corporation that owns a day of the week — the same day the church used to own."
Or, as former Steeler doctor Julian Bailes (Alec Baldwin) tells him: "You gave their biggest boogeyman a name." Bailes has watched a string of players die under tragic circumstances, including the suicides of Junior Seau in 2012 and Dave Duerson a year earlier. (Duerson's family, incidentally, has publicly disputed how Duerson is portrayed in the film.) He turns into a crucial ally of Omalu's.
Much of the credit here goes to Smith: He masters Omalu's Nigerian accent in a convincing, unshowy manner, and remains hugely watchable throughout. When Omalu goes to a nightclub — not his usual territory — to dance with a new lady friend who will eventually become his wife, Smith makes Omalu's social shyness believable — for a minute, you forget that this is the hugely charismatic Will Smith. Baldwin is effective, too, though his own accent is uneven. As Omalu's future wife, the gorgeous Gugu Mbatha-Raw is touching but seriously underused — and saddled with more heavy-handed lines than she deserves.
It is she, though, who points out a deep truth to Omalu that he hasn't yet seen: Football, she tells him, is a beautiful game. Indeed it is. But it also has a dark, troubling side which many have been loath to acknowledge, and that's a simple reason that "Concussion" is a worthy enterprise indeed.
"Concussion," a Sony Pictures release, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America "for thematic material including some disturbing images, and language." Running time: 123 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.
Rom-Com Mainstay Hugh Grant Shifts To The Dark Side and He’s Never Been Happier
After some difficulties connecting to a Zoom, Hugh Grant eventually opts to just phone instead.
"Sorry about that," he apologizes. "Tech hell." Grant is no lover of technology. Smart phones, for example, he calls the "devil's tinderbox."
"I think they're killing us. I hate them," he says. "I go on long holidays from them, three or four days at at time. Marvelous."
Hell, and our proximity to it, is a not unrelated topic to Grant's new film, "Heretic." In it, two young Mormon missionaries (Chloe East, Sophie Thatcher) come knocking on a door they'll soon regret visiting. They're welcomed in by Mr. Reed (Grant), an initially charming man who tests their faith in theological debate, and then, in much worse things.
After decades in romantic comedies, Grant has spent the last few years playing narcissists, weirdos and murders, often to the greatest acclaim of his career. But in "Heretic," a horror thriller from A24, Grant's turn to the dark side reaches a new extreme. The actor who once charmingly stammered in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" and who danced to the Pointer Sisters in "Love Actually" is now doing heinous things to young people in a basement.
"It was a challenge," Grant says. "I think human beings need challenges. It makes your beer taste better in the evening if you've climbed a mountain. He was just so wonderfully (expletive)-up."
"Heretic," which opens in theaters Friday, is directed by Scott Beck and Bryan Woods, co-writers of "A Quiet Place." In Grant's hands, Mr. Reed is a divinely good baddie โ a scholarly creep whose wry monologues pull from a wide range of references, including, fittingly, Radiohead's "Creep."
In an interview, Grant spoke about these and other facets of his character, his journey... Read More