“The
Imitation Game” wants
to be a liberal rage against the evil
that was British law for a century: The criminalization of homosexuality, and
the body-and-mind destruction – execution, really -- of WWII hero Alan Turing,
because he was born gay. But it’s really an (sorry) ultra-straight drama that’s
played so safe and virginal, my church-going parents would not blink. Benedict
Cumberbatch is mesmerizing and coolly brilliant as Turing, the mathematician
who is called on by Her Majesty to help break the seemingly impossible cryptic
Enigma code used by the Nazis during World War II. Mr. Sherlock nails the part
of the misfit thrown into the Army, where failure to fit in can get you shot or
jailed. But Turing’s sexuality? Cumberbatch has nothing to work with. All sex
is off screen, hidden like one of those impossible codes. Now I get Turing
couldn’t act on desires during war,
living under Army rule. fact. But here there is
no desire. No anger. No frustration. Why? By the time onscreen Turing is forced to
undergo chemical castration, one has to ask, why fret? This man, as
written for the Oscar votes, seems to have been a unich all along. B-
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