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Written by Boyd van Hoeij   
Friday, 03 February 2006
ImageFrom religious talk show host in Ferrara's Mary to insurance investigator in A Little Trip to Heaven, American actor Forest Whitaker has certainly had an interesting year in cinema, opting for projects with European funding and sensibilities. In the first English language feature of acclaimed Icelandic director Baltasar Kormákur (101 Reykjavík) Whitaker becomes entangled in an insurance scam that will have consequences for him personally as well as professionally. 
 
The story, set in Minnesota (though Whitaker’s accent seems to be from elsewhere and the film was largely shot in the director's native country), at first seems to be rather normal: a standard car accident in which the driver burns to death. When he discovers that the sister (Julia Stiles) of the victim is the sole collector of the $1 million life insurance and that she barely has a penny, he decides to investigate the case further.

I would be spoiling too much of the story if I provided further details here -- which comes in handy because I am not sure I understood everything perfectly. Despite this, however, Kormákur’s directorial flair and the script by Kormákur and Edward Martin Weinman surely made me believe that the film would survive a second, more conscientious viewing. The director also has a strong visual sense, turning the barren wastelands of Minnesota into the visual equivalent of the Reagan era of corporate greed in which the story is set. At times the director does indulge a bit too much in visual Hollywood clichés that do not always make perfect sense even if they look really good; a nightly scene in the pouring rain comes to mind, in which people get wet to the bone standing outside and in which no-one seems to have had the bright idea to either go and talk inside the car, in a roadside café or even just under an umbrella.

 

 
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