Cold Souls

Paul Giamatti plays .... Paul Giamatti. Who decides to store his actor's soul so that he can adequately dig into Chekhov on stage and shed the overwhelming anxiety the role brings him. Who could resist?

Well, resist. This movie is not only boring, it's deadly depressing at times.

There's another little part, or three, about a Russian group of mostly women who deal in blackmarket souls, and that's a cute idea, but it doesn't go anywhere, at least in linear fashion.

Giamatti, as always, is a great actor, but he's so convincing he makes me ache with anxiety every time he's onscreen. Even with a different soul. Oh, well. Maybe I can go watch John Adams again...

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