I don’t know of a better film critic than The New Yorker’s Anthony Lane, a writer of erudition and endless wit. In this week’s issue, he reviews the new Darwin movie, Creation. Sadly, it’s pretty much a pan:
As a journey through Darwin’s discoveries, “Creation” fails, although, given the intricacy and the patience of his working methods, it is hard to imagine how such a film might succeed. There is intensity here, but no impetus; if you want to see Paul Bettany fizzing with the drama of scientific findings, watch him instead as Maturin, the pre-Darwinian surgeon and sidekick to Russell Crowe, clambering around the Galápagos in “Master and Commander,” a tale with a strand of Beagle in its genes. . .
The truth is that “Creation,” though based on Randal Keynes’s fine book “Darwin, His Daughter, and Human Evolution,” will irritate anyone versed in Darwinism and its dislodging of faith; . .
John Travis also wrote a lukewarm appraisal in Science last year. There’s a trailer worth seeing appended to his review.
I guess I’m not all that keen to see the movie, if for no other reason than I have my own vision of who Darwin was, and don’t want it dispelled. But I am curious how the glamorous Jennifer Connelly plays Emma Darwin.
UPDATE: Another lukewarm review from Salon here.