Trauma becomes tangible in Barry Jenkins’s adaptation of Colson Whitehead’s novel.
Andy Goddard’s film clumsily superimposes a frenzied, completely fictional spy adventure onto a fascinating fragment of pre-war history.
The film finds its purpose most pointedly when it zeroes in on the unambiguous relationship between Holiday and “Strange Fruit.”
In a troubling reversal from Pixar films past, it’s kids who will have to do the most heavy lifting to keep up here.
The storyline’s edges are frayed just enough to give it the gentle distance of a tale recalled though the gauze of myth and memory.