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Cold Souls Our rating: Rate this movie   MPAA rating: PG-13 (for nudity and brief strong language) Genre: Drama Theater release: August 07, 2009 by Samuel Goldwyn Pictures Directed by: Sophie Barthes Runtime: 1 hour 41 minutes Cast: Paul Giamatti (Paul), David Straitharn (Dr. Flintstein), Emily Watson (Claire), Dina Korzun (Nina) Related: Talk About It/Family Corner

Is your soul weighing you down?

Reading The New Yorker, Paul Giamatti (playing a version of himself) runs across an aptly timed article thus subtitled. He's saddled with exactly that weight—stuck, artistically and emotionally, trying to shrug off his own cares, frustrations, and hang-ups in order to portray Uncle Vanya onstage in Chekhov's masterpiece. "I have a pain in my chest like somebody put my heart in a vice and just tightened it," he groans, his face twisted in frustration.

The article explains that New Yorkers, bogged down by the weight of their souls, have started to extract and store them at a high-tech facility on Roosevelt Island. Skeptical but at the end of his rope, with opening night merely days away, Paul takes the trolley out to the facility to see what can be done.

Paul Giamatti as himself

Dr. Flintstein (David Straitharn) reassures him that many celebrities and professionals have stored their souls there and been much happier—but once the extraction procedure is over, Paul's not so sure he likes the results. He goes back to have his soul re-implanted. But what he doesn't know is that there's a whole underground soul-trafficking industry, and getting his soul back may not be as easy as he'd like.

Written and directed by Sophie Barthes, Cold Souls is a dead ringer for a Charlie Kaufman film—surreal, strange, and quirky, like a waking dream, or maybe nightmare. Its subject matter even has a lot in common with Kaufman's—what if we could technologically eradicate that which weighs us down? What would it be like to inhabit someone else's soul? And what do we do with our regrets?

So, if you don't like Kaufman's films, you won't like this one, either—and maybe even if you did. This is from a less experienced writer and director, and is slightly less skillfully constructed, and so it can be hard to watch. It's slow. The narrative drags in places. Barthes is bent on evoking the characters' experiences through the cinematography, and while that occasionally works onscreen (as in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly), here it sometimes comes off gimmicky.

David Strathairn as Doctor Flintstein

But Cold Souls is still strangely engaging. The plight that Paul finds himself in is common to most people, especially when we are experiencing mental or spiritual pain. How do we get "out of our heads" and focus on what's at hand? And is it even good to do this?

It's only natural that Barthes chooses New Yorkers and Russians to be extracting and swapping souls. (And it's no coincidence that both places are pretty cold for most of the year.) These Russians, besides making for pretty good mobsters onscreen, are still emerging from decades of what some might term a soulless existence, marked by oppression and rigid determinism.

New Yorkers, on the other hand, live in the shadow of two missing towers on the skyline and the knowledge that it could easily happen again—enough to weigh down anyone's soul. It's not that small catastrophes don't happen every day in every small town in America; it's just that the scale is multiplied, and fresh in the collective memory.

Emily Watson as Claire

And so the film raises a mostly unanswerable question: What, exactly, is the soul? Where is it? What does it do? Are the soul and the spirit synonymous? How is it connected to the mind, the body, and the personality? When a society is dealing with collective sadness, what do we do? Theologians and church people don't seem to have a much better grasp on the question than anyone else, and so we turn to upbeat music, feel-good movies, and Chicken Soup for the Soul to get some relief.

Cold Souls, for the most part, avoids addressing the question entirely. Barthes's version of the soul is the seat of passion, desire, and emotion; it is separate from thought, personality, rationality, and intelligence, those things that we heirs of the Enlightenment so cherish.

But in reality, the attributes credited to the soul in this film can be largely eradicated or muffled, whether through prescription drugs or self-medication—alcoholism, food binging, mindless media consumption, sleep, shopping, and other addictions. Materialism runs rampant, and we can barely believe that we even have souls unless we satiate them with things. So, then, by Barthes's definition, can we actually eradicate the soul? Can we remove that weight from ourselves? And, if so, does "everything make so much more sense," as Dr. Flintstein declares?

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