R, 101 min.
Director: Danny Boyle
Writers: Joe Ahearne, John Hodge
Starring: James McAvoy, Rosario Dawson, Vincent Cassel, Danny Sapani, Matt Cross, Wahab Sheikh, Mark Poltimore, Tuppence Middleton
“Trance” is what I call a ‘jerk around’ movie. It spends all of its time jerking the audience around with a plot that depends on one person pulling all the strings in situations that they could neither predict nor control, yet somehow they do. This is a dangerous trap in which filmmakers often ensnare themselves when they try to make a heist picture with an original twist. The movie becomes all about the twist and starts to unravel under the slightest scrutiny.
This is a heist picture about the theft of a painting. It involves an inside man who loses his memory after being hit upon the head in the heist. After torture fails, the crew decides to take their man to a hypno-therapist, who might be a little more than she seems, or she might just be a little too good at her job. Well, she might want to think about becoming some sort of professional prognosticator with her incredible ability to tell the future. The plot gets so wrapped up in the how of things that it just keeps going with it until it is far past logical plausibility.