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Cramming the Oprah-blessed doorstopper into less than two hours, White Oleander races from one tragic episode to the next with the abandon of a drunk speeding through a driver's test, leaving hardships scattered like toppled orange pylons in its wake. Even before everything goes entirely wrong, 14-year-old Astrid (Alison Lohman) laments that she's a burden to Ingrid, her artist-poet mother, played with steely-eyed self-importance by Michelle Pfeiffer. All glower power and condescension, Ingrid stays up till dawn on the roof absorbing inspiration for her precious verse, privileges gallery openings over parents' night, and lectures Astrid on how to maintain an emotional fortress (never let a man spend the night). Until, that is, she meets unctuous, pony-tailed Barry (Billy Connolly), who sweeps her off her feet and then promptly jilts her. Ingrid's overwrought revenge scheme—which involves a poisonous concoction made from the titular flower—would be hilarious if it wasn't so pretentious.

When Ingrid goes to jail, the film sends Astrid pinballing between foster homes with an appetite for dysfunction. Poised somewhere between her mother's model of independence and the desire to find caring adults, she shape-shifts with each new placement: born-again seducer of her foster mom's beau; honor-roll caretaker of a depressive actress; puffy-eyed kids'-home survivalist. The only constant is her one-note mommie dearest, who continues to play puppet master from behind bars, castigating Astrid to make friends with her loneliness (presumably fodder for future creative endeavors) and to resist the affections of other people, who are just "cattle . . . in the way."

Director Peter Kosminsky finds emotional complexity when he slows down enough to let Astrid step outside the cycle of abuse, particularly in her ebb-and-flow friendship with fellow foster kid Paul, a nerdy pseudo-goth comic-strip artist played by Almost Famous's Patrick Fugit. But Oleander ultimately sacrifices nuance to tidy epiphanies about personal growth. Ingrid realizes that mothers, like flowers, can be both beautiful and dangerous. In the final scene, she surveys her latest art project: suitcases teeming with collaged images of her brutal odyssey. When Astrid closes each box, she's supposedly packing away the past, but it's more like shutting the lids on dustbins full of forced metaphors and jerry-rigged pathos.

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White Oleander
Directed by Peter Kosminsky
Written by Mary Agnes Donoghue, from the novel by Janet Fitch
Warner Bros.
Opens October 11

Brown Sugar
Directed by Rick Famuyima
Written by Michael Elliot and Famuyima
Fox Searchlight
Opens October 11

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