Despite fine lead performances by Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman as combatants in a possible case of sexual abuse at a Bronx, NY, Catholic school circa 1964, "Doubt" is a drama which is understated to a fault - this, despite keen dialogue by writer-director John Patrick Shanley (who adapted his own play to the screen).
But truly, there was something about "Doubt" that left me wanting more because as is the story feels like a ghost - like something so faint and dreamlike that it makes one question what (if anything) had happened.
But as far as I could tell, "Doubt" is fundamentally a tale of a philosophical pissing contest. And what the hell is so profound about that?
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