Time Out says
Bill Condon’s biopic plays up that breach between the doctor’s less than dispassionate interest in his subject – he encouraged partner-swapping among his research team, and vexed his funders by documenting on film various forms of sex in his own attic – and his lab-coated aloofness from its emotional cargo, adhering to a ‘just the physiognomy, ma’am’ line of enquiry. It’s rich material, and of far from merely historical interest, particularly as the Christian right continues to mobilise. The shame is that the film doesn’t convey more mess or danger; its sex and its politics are almost entirely dinner-table-friendly. Leading man Liam Neeson, Laura Linney as Kinsey’s faithful missus and the rest of the cast are all eminently charismatic, but only Peter Sarsgaard ever communicates any uncontained pain. Condon’s script, especially, is airlessly neat with pointers, contrasts and parallels; it never breaks out of the box.
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