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Poor Dad 

When his daughter vanishes, Keane spirals off the rails.

Keane:  A hell of a scary journey into an unquiet mind.
  • Keane: A hell of a scary journey into an unquiet mind.

The protagonist of Lodge Kerrigan's deeply moving, uncomfortably intimate Keane is the kind of pariah most urban dwellers will do anything to avoid. Rocking from foot to foot, the poor man mutters angrily to himself or shouts at the air, a captive of demons only he can hear. Eyes bloodshot, knuckles scraped raw, he's clearly among the lost. When we first see him, he's wandering around New York City's Port Authority Bus Terminal, one of the bleakest centers of big-city alienation imaginable. Just the place for William Keane and his solitary torments.

For Keane, portrayed with frightening intensity by Damian Lewis (Major Winters in the HBO war series Band of Brothers), the overwhelming issue is the abduction, some months earlier, of his six-year-old daughter, Sophie. It happened right there in Port Authority, as his oversight waned for just a moment. Endlessly retracing his steps, replaying his every thought to agonizing lengths, this unmedicated, uncared-for single father is now driving himself stark, raving mad with guilt and grief.

Or is he? In his earlier film-festival favorite, Clean, Shaven (1994), Kerrigan gave us a harrowing look at a delusional schizophrenic who returns to his hometown searching for his daughter, and Keane employs the same kind of dramatic ambiguities as its predecessor. Has the trauma of Sophie's sudden disappearance metastasized into Keane's madness? Or is Sophie the product of madness itself, a figment of his tortured imagination? Kerrigan leaves that question unanswered, which is just as well. The dungeon of psychosis has to be a very dark place, and the horrible complexities that terrorize the inmates cannot be easily explained away. For every neatly wrapped happy ending in the casebook of mental illness -- witness the Hollywood uplift of A Beautiful Mind -- we should probably be unsettled three or four times by the cruel messiness of real life, by such portraits of obstinate disorder as Spider and The Woodsman and Keane.

For his part, Kerrigan never shrinks from the task of discomfiting us. His wretched hero dominates almost every frame of this 90-minute film, and director of photography John Foster stalks and crowds Lewis mercilessly, jamming a jittery, handheld camera into his face, into his ears, into the weary stoop of his shoulders. Thanks to long takes unrelieved by editing, we virtually invade Keane's troubled soul. Halfway through Keane, you may find yourself gasping for air and craving space. Extreme closeups -- dozens of them, back-to-back -- have rarely been deployed to such powerful effect. For Lewis, this is a tour de force of movie acting. Listen as he recites his sad biography in a flat monotone, or watch while he sings crazily along with the old Four Tops anthem "I Can't Help Myself" as it blares from a jukebox, and you'll get a profound jolt of what it means to be insane.

As a portrait of mad despair, Keane is so compelling that attentive viewers may be tempted to interpret it as a generalized vision of contemporary urban malaise. But it might be wise to keep the focus narrower and lock in on the claustrophobic prison of one victim's heart. There's plenty to see and learn right there.

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