The Soloist is a thoughtful film with a large heart, but it’s somehow
missing a beat. Perhaps it’s that the story on which it is based, the
unexpected friendship between a Los Angeles Times columnist, Steve
Lopez, and a homeless street musician suffering from schizophrenia,
Nathaniel Ayers, is already familiar through coming attractions, Lopez’s
columns and book (The Soloist: A Lost Dream, an Unlikely Friendship,
and the Redemptive Power of Music), and a recent “60 Minutes” piece. It
doesn’t help that Susannah Grant’s screenplay turns Lopez, who in real
life is married (the production notes say “happily”), into a single guy
undergoing a mid-life crisis, whose ex-wife is also his editor. Further
cementing the fictional Lopez’s damage is a face-bruising bicycle
accident that occurs in the movie’s first scene. The parallelism between
one of society’s winners flailing alongside a societal “loser” is a
little obvious, depriving the story of what one suspects are the subtler
gifts the friendship offers both men.
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