Kenneth Branagh and Helena Bonham Carter are this kind of movie that is strikingly attractive endowed with such a good amount of wit, skill and beauty that it is very nearly amusing to see them playing a couple of scruffy outcasts in love in “The Theory of Flight.”
Amusing, however always offputting. The film by which Carter plays a female with Lou Gehrig’s condition and Branagh plays her attendant that is dysfunctional may like a sympathy getting actors’ stunt. But it is a truly work of love because of its co movie stars: a low quality, chancy task they clearly desired to do for sufficient reason for one another.
Which makes it an appealing “couple” film, when you look at the means that specific Spencer Tracy Katharine Hepburn or Paul Newman Joanne Woodward movies are. (and even like some old Branagh Emma Thompson movies.) The celebrity chemistry and interplay lift the movie more than it probably deserves.