Little Man Tate (1991)
(In French, On TV, May 2020) There’s a striking appropriateness in how Jodie Foster, a child prodigy herself, not only chose to direct gifted-child drama Little Man Tate, but also plays the role of the averagely intelligent mother trying to steer her child through the isolation of genius. Alas, that’s probably the most interesting thing about the film, which ends up being a predictable middle-ground kind of drama going for a middle-ground kind of sentiment. It reinforces unfortunate prejudices about gifted kids, settles for bland “it’s not how smart you are but how you use it” sentiments acceptable to the masses, and runs through a long list of known tropes about its topic. In many ways, Little Man Tate feels like the kind of smaller actor-driven films that Hollywood studios used to grant as favours to their box-office workhorses: something almost gone from the cinema landscape these days.