The strange narratives make their own kind of music, and Downey, whose glittering dark eyes tell you that he’s known crazies before, stays and listens. I don’t know if Beethoven and a sympathetic newspaper reporter can redeem a messy American city, but this movie makes a plausible case for so fervent a dream.

the New Yorkerby David Denby, april 27 2009

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