Along with DiCaprio and Koteas, we have Mark Ruffalo, Patricia Clarkson, Ted Levine, Michelle Williams, Ben Kingsley, Max Von Sydow, Emily Mortimer, and Jackie Earle Haley, each of whom is given a moment to remind how great they are, which in turn is too much time for us to consider how inadequate is Laeta Kalogridis's (Nightwatch, Alexander , Pathfinder) script and Lehane's boilerplate source material in honouring the depths of which this cast is capable.
Adapted by screenwriter Laeta Kalogridis (“Pathfinder”) from the novel by Dennis Lehane, the film is a dense, multi-character stroll into the screaming corners of the brain, leisurely wading into a mystery of minimal importance to support the wrathful confusion boiling inside of Daniels.
DiCaprio's main problem in "Shutter Island" is that he's saddled with a misbegotten screenplay by Laeta Kalogridis, whose previous credits are "Pathfinder" and "Alexander," two bombs.
Nothing quite jibes — not the look (though accomplished and slick, it's an uneasy combo or realism and surrealism), nor the sound (the score is bombastic, but at times gripping), or the story (while slavishly close to the excellent novel, the screenplay — written by Laeta Kalogridis, who we can, er, "thank" for the abysmal Alexander and the dire Pathfinder — manages to be both astute and obtuse).