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| | An Angel at My Table |
 | | Jane Campion's An Angel at My Table, an eccentric biography of the gifted poet and lifelong, Job-like sufferer Janet Frame, should have been a perfect artistic collision: a willful, visionary film artist capturing the life of a willful, visionary writer from her national past. |
 | | Alexia Keough, representing Frame as an awkward pre-teen, and The Hanging Garden's Kerry Fox, in the grown-up passages, counteract the reticence of the script with impressively physical performances that register both Frame's skittish, fearful relationship to the world and her paradoxical, almost unconscious refusal to be squeezed out of it. |
 | | The final problems with An Angel at My Table, then, is that it strays too far away from the soul of its heroine, whose mind remains unfathomable, and from the strengths of its director, whose visual precocity lacks any support in narrative, characterization, or even a precise theme. |
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