|Starring||Jessica Chastain, Mark Strong, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Alison Pill, John Lithgow, Jake Lacy|
|Release||9 DEC (US) 12 MAY (UK) Certificate 15|
Chastain gets great mileage out of a complex and interesting character: on the surface she's an ice sculpture that can't be thawed, but when you do see a chink in her armour, there's lots going on behind the facade. It'll take you about three minutes to make a Julia Roberts connection, not just because of the distinct Brockovich vibe in the room but because Chastain seems to be channelling her directly - even the honking laugh and subsequent hand over the mouth is right out of the J-Rob playbook. Also Chastain appears to have borrowed her wig from Mother's Day. At any rate, she's a spellbinding actress to watch in full flow and she wears the role - and some incredible coats - well.
The supporting cast only really exist to orbit Chastain, who runs the show and dominates the screen. There's a great moment where Sloane and Schmidt's team are working late, and when boss Schmidt says they can go home, they all glance at Sloane for permission. Nice touches like that make the relationships between the characters ring true, but Sloane is written as such a manipulative genius, her supernatural foresight means she's always eight steps ahead of everyone, which does tend to push the movie into fantasy territory. She's a bit like Jigsaw in the Saw movies, accurately predicting future events she has no business ever knowing about. What the movie needs is moments that puncture that pomposity, like in 30 Rock when Jack Donaghy starts addressing a just-arrived Liz Lemon with his back turned, before admitting he'd already done that to like four other people before she got there.
It'd be unfair to call Miss Sloane a missed opportunity given the volatile political climate it has unwittingly found itself in, but it doesn't quite deliver that hit you're looking for. Maybe if America was currently serving under President Hillary Clinton it'd feel different, but that's too depressing to consider. What Miss Sloane does, it does well - walking the walk, talking the walk and talk, turning the screw, screwing the pooch etc - but when the most memorable thing about it is one of Jessica Chastain's black PVC jackets, clearly nicked off the set of a 1990s Janet Jackson music video, it's clear it's not going to be regarded as a classic.