The film looks great, reveling in the period detail and old-timey hues similar to the flashbacks in The Godfather II. Cotillard is outstanding as always. Her appearance and expressions are often reminiscent of silent film stars of the 1920's, but the script holds her back. Phoenix is unhinged, but way less convincing than, say, what he demonstrated in The Master. He seems to be confused about who his character actually is. Renner works as a foil, but he's just kind of there.
It's a dour premise that could project some powerful material, but it falls so flat. The story doesn't journey too far down any of the potential avenues, and the one-note tone and stagnant pacing makes it feel like it's barely creeping past a standstill. The melodrama is constant, both situational and musically, but instead of injecting emotion, it seems to drown all of it out.
Maybe the film's setbacks and pacing reflect the difficulty of the immigrant experience, and it does faintly delve into the harsh dilemmas and troubling compromises in the face of mistrust and desperation. It also has an excellent final shot. But with a top-notch cast like this--cinematically, The Immigrant should be more than just there.
4/10
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