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Child 44 is a 2015 British-American mystery thriller film directed by Daniel Espinosa, written by Richard Price, and based on Tom Rob Smith’s 2008 novel of the same name. The film stars Tom Hardy, Gary Oldman, Noomi Rapace, Joel Kinnaman, Paddy Considine, Jason Clarke, and Vincent Cassel. It was released on 17 April 2015 to mostly negative reviews, and bombed at the box office. The film appears very loosely based on the case of Andrei Chikatilo, the Soviet serial killer portrayed in the earlier film Citizen X.
Child 44 2015
The secret ingredient in Tom Hardy’s face is cruelty. The 37-year-old Englishman is one of the foremost movie heartthrobs of our time – as crisply handsome in Christopher Nolan’s Inception as he is Labrador-ishly loveable in Steven Knight’s Locke. But when his face fills a cinema screen, there’s something about it that makes you shift anxiously in your seat.
His eyes have a way of suddenly darkening and tightening into pin-pricks, and in moments of high tension, he often tucks his chin and purses his lips in a way that brings to mind a cornered rattlesnake.
That’s why, despite his pin-up status, it took a film like Nicolas Winding Refn’s strange and violent Bronson (2009) to turn him into a star – and why, if he ever plays a straightforward romantic lead, you’d probably spend the film worrying whether or not his love interest had packed pepper spray.
But when he suits a role, he really suits it: and he’s certainly well cast in Daniel Espinosa’s Child 44, a pot-boiling thriller set in Joseph Stalin’s Russia, based on a recent best-selling novel by Tom Rob Smith. Hardy plays a secret policeman whom we’re supposed to instinctively root for without forgetting the various low-key horrors in which he’s been complicit.
His name is Leo Demidov, although it wasn’t at first: he was given it as a child by a fellow refugee when he fled his orphanage during the USSR’s managed starvation of the Ukrainians in the early Thirties. Leo goes on to become a decorated war hero, instrumental in the capture of the Reichstag in 1945 Berlin, before joining the Soviet secret police to hunt suspected spies and dissidents.
Leo has made his peace with being a cog in Stalin’s infernal machine, but grassroots violence still has the power to sicken him. When a hot-tempered subordinate (Joel Kinnaman) needlessly executes a farmer and his wife in front of their children, he erupts, punching the officer to the ground and holding a gun to his head.
There are, of course, dire repercussions. Leo’s wife Raisa (an energised Noomi Rapace) is supposedly named in the confession of the wanted man the farmer’s family were harbouring, and he’s ordered to investigate her as a potential dissident.
But at the same time, he becomes embroiled in the mystery of a dead boy found in a Moscow railway yard with gory incisions in his side and back – the son of a colleague who’s told, because random child-murders simply don’t happen in Soviet Russia, that the death was an unfortunate accident.
Usually when a film is described as novelistic it’s meant as a compliment. But Child 44’s script, which was adapted by the author Richard Price, feels like a straight transcription of the book, and the resultant lack of focus means the film starts to drag before it’s had a chance to begin.
When Gary Oldman first shows up some way into the second hour as a crumpled bureaucrat, you’re surprised the actor has taken such an incidental role in a mid-tier film – until it becomes clear that he hasn’t, and the film has simply taken far too long to introduce him.
Perhaps the sheer size of the project has slightly flummoxed Espinosa, whose earlier films (among them, the unimprovably titled Swedish gangster movie Snabba Cash, also with Kinnaman, and the dire action romp Safe House) were considerably leaner. Ridley Scott, who produced, is more at ease with this kind of country-spanning, epoch-chewing stuff – the trademark Scott dourness is right there in Child 44’s DNA, with no line left ungrumbled and no cello string unscraped