The Soloist is a crude fiasco that trivializes the very values it allegedly enshrines.
Only minutes in, Stephen Kijak establishes the latter-day Walker’s celebrated reclusiveness.
Brian Kellow is nicely attuned to the soft/tough dichotomy in Merman. Here was a woman capable of sympathizing with her friend Judy Garland’s illness, yet blind to her own daughter’s needs.
At age 63, he’s one of the few living links to a host of great British actors who are now gone: Gielgud, Olivier, James Mason, Alan Bates, Rachel Roberts.