Winter’s Tale

Winter’s Tale is a hallucination of a film. It is a prime example that even fantasy storytelling needs to build some kind of foundation for belief before one can attempt to make an audience watch, say, a white horse suddenly sprout wings and fly over 1915 New York City.
Written, directed and produced by Akiva Goldsman (A Beautiful Mind), Winter’s Tale is adapted from the 1983 novel written by Mark Helprin. And while the premise is enticing—a period romance fraught with tragedy and time travel—it unfortunately fails to deliver on multiple levels.
Winter’s Tale stars Colin Farrell as Peter, a cheeky and charming thief who is running from a gang of thugs, led by an evil demon lord, Pearly (Russell Crowe). After a mysterious white horse appears and saves his life, Peter is led straight into the path of a beautiful and wealthy young woman, Beverly (Jessica Brown Findlay of TV’s Downton Abbey). Beverly is wild and sweet, and more tragically, dying of “the fever,” tuberculosis. For Peter, it is love at first sight, and his life takes on new purpose as he pursues her with his entire being.
The romance is only part of the tale, however. There is an underlying plot of good versus evil; angels, demons and spirit guides drift in and out of the storyline clumsily. Then, there is the modern-day aspect, as well, which is perhaps the film’s least interesting aspect all together.