Once the movie stars hit sparks, “Theory” lumbers under its over obvious journey metaphor.

Once the movie stars hit sparks, “Theory” lumbers under its over obvious journey metaphor.

Kenneth Branagh and Helena Bonham Carter are this type of movie that is strikingly attractive endowed with such an abundance of wit, skill and beauty that it is very nearly amusing to see them playing a couple of scruffy outcasts in love in “The Theory of Flight.”

Amusing, not always offputting. The film by which Carter plays a female with Lou Gehrig’s condition and Branagh plays her dysfunctional attendant might appear like a sympathy getting actors’ stunt. But it is a really work of love because of its co movie stars: a budget that is low chancy task they clearly desired to do for along with each other.

That means it is a fascinating “couple” film, when you look at the real method in which particular Spencer Tracy Katharine Hepburn or Paul Newman Joanne Woodward movies are. (and on occasion even like some old Branagh Emma Thompson movies.) The celebrity chemistry and interplay lift the movie greater than it probably deserves. The movie movie stars, together, allow it to be well well worth viewing.

In this oddball relationship, Branagh is Richard, a shaggy and eccentric painter by having a averagely psychopathic streak as well as an obsession with old airplanes. Carter is Jane, a foul mouthed virgin who may have a motoneuron condition (commonly called Lou Gehrig’s condition or ALS, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis), wears “Lucky Strike” jackets and wishes desperately become deflowered before her sadly imminent death.