Big Eyes

There’s some squandered potential here. Amy Adams is always good, but Christoph Waltz misses his mark. As an abusive, sleazy, and domineering husband, he plays the part too comedically and never comes off as menacing as he should be. Without feeling like she’s in true peril, Amy Adams’ plight never seems harrowing enough. But the story of Margaret Keane is worthwhile. How often do we get to see a movie about a modern painter?