And the award for worst film goes to ...

Here goes: The Academy Award for Worst Title of a Motion Picture will surely go to "Roman J. Israel, Esq."
And the award for worst film goes to ...

Denzel Washington (right) starring Roman and Carmen Ejogo starring Maya in a scene from “Roman J. Israel, Esq”

It’s getting close to Oscar season and that means it’s time for an early prediction. Ready? Here goes: The Academy Award for Worst Title of a Motion Picture will surely go to “Roman J. Israel, Esq.”

This complex, untidy but ambitious film starring a brilliant Denzel Washington deserves better. At one point it was called “Inner City,” which might actually be worse. But just labeling it after its quirky and fictional lead character is a cop out, like calling a film “Andy Kaufman” instead of “Man on the Moon” or “Vincent Van Gogh” instead of “Lust For Life.”

The difficulty may be because this is an unusual character journey that chews on huge issues not frequently tackled on film. Directed and written by Dan Gilroy, “Roman J. Israel, Esq. “ traces the fall from grace of a man not in the predictable way when he hits rock bottom but how a broken person actually rises in wealth and esteem.

But Gilroy, who has written dark indies like “Nightcrawler” and big budgets like “Kong: Skull Island,” seems to struggle with what film to make. It often feels like a small, intellectual film is rattling around inside the bones of a more predictable Hollywood legal thriller, mirroring the film’s conflicted lead.

Washington plays Israel, an attorney in modern-day Los Angeles who for decades has been the quiet, backroom brains of a two-person criminal defense firm until he’s called upon to step forward. He’s somewhat ill-equipped to do so — his ratty suits are ill-fitting, his glasses are unfashionable and he listens to an iPod with those old orange-foam headphones.

Yet Israel is an old-school civil rights warrior who is a lonely genius — someone calls him a “savant” and another says he’s a “freak”. He prefers to pore over legal briefs in his humble apartment while eating peanut butter sandwiches than drive around in a flashy car.

Thrust into the real world, Israel struggles. He may have the entire California legal code memorized, but he’s blunt and unsocial and doesn’t know how to find his email.

When his cocoon is finally broken, Israel must fend for himself and try to keep his principles, which becomes harder when he falls into the orbit of a slick defense attorney (Colin Farrell).

Washington gives us another astounding performance of a deeply idiosyncratic man, but the film around him often isn’t as skillful, meandering in places and gradually becoming more like a lot of other films.

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