I suspect that many will leave disappointed, even upset, by Shanley’s refusal to settle for some simplistic “Gotcha!” scene. Just as many were confounded by the lack of closure in No Country for Old Men, so they’re likely to wonder if a reel went missing at the end of Doubt. Who wins in the end?
But I need films that subvert my desire to divide people into white hats and black hats. It’s cathartic to watch villains exposed, but reading Proverbs 24 this week, I was reminded that it offends God when I rejoice at the destruction of my enemy.
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That's an excerpt from my original write-up on Doubt for Image. (That particular installment of my routine film posts there also covered Frost/Nixon.)
I need to revisit this one again to see how it's holding up. My admiration for Streep and Adams has only grown since then, and I miss Philip Seymour Hoffman so much.