Jacob Tremblay and Russell Crowe give this poor crime drama some interest, but its psychological explanation is too easy and its divided storylines never generate enough suspense. The atmosphere deserves a better script.
UNABOMBER tries to explain Ted Kaczynski through a psychological study, family trauma and the investigation into his crimes. It is a poor crime drama, despite two performances that give us occasional reason to stay with it. Director Janus Metz Pedersen gives the separate periods too little force or connection, while writers Sam Chalsen and Nelson Greaves seem more certain about the causes of their subject’s behaviour than their drama can justify. The explanation is too neat to be convincing.
Jacob Tremblay plays Ted Kaczynski with an intensity that is more persuasive when it suggests vulnerability. We were unsettled by the psychological experimentation because the actor makes the young man’s exposure to it feel personal, even when the study itself remains vaguely drawn. There is enough vulnerability in the performance to hold our attention through these passages. The difficulty is that the script keeps turning that vulnerability into evidence for a tidy account of his later actions, leaving the actor too little room to complicate it.
Russell Crowe, as Henry Murray, supplies the charm that makes the psychological strand more uncomfortable. His persuasiveness gives these passages a human interest that the film struggles to produce elsewhere, and the performance is better judged than the writing around it. His scenes raise questions about the experiments that the writers do not pursue. The film spends too little time making the methods or their consequences clear, so our interest in this relationship has little chance to develop.
Zach Staenberg’s editing moves between the psychological material and an FBI investigation, and those transitions repeatedly cost the film momentum. The manhunt brings little urgency, while the study loses what pressure it has each time the film leaves it. The trouble goes beyond any single cut: the screenplay has not given these sections enough to do together. At 101 minutes, the film still feels drawn out because neither strand develops enough tension to make us keen to return to it.
Yves Bélanger’s cinematography and Michèle Laliberté’s production design help establish a moody Cold War atmosphere, a welcome source of unease in a thriller short of it. The setting feels more convincingly sustained than the psychological explanation. Marco Beltrami’s score also gives the film some tension, although music can only do so much when the investigation itself is so unengaging. These are useful contributions, but they cannot make the experiments clearer or the pursuit more involving.
The larger problem is the confidence with which the film links experimentation and familiar family wounds to later violence. A psychological crime drama can explore those experiences without pretending they settle the question, and this one keeps reaching for a certainty it has not earned. The attention paid to explaining Ted Kaczynski also leaves too little room for the crimes themselves. We found that troubling: the film devotes so much attention to the harm done to its central figure that it gives insufficient attention to the harm he causes. For a searching psychological drama or a tense investigation, we would look elsewhere.