The premise of The Soloist sounds like a recipe for treacle: an L.A. newsman (Downey) befriends a homeless schizophrenic (Foxx) who just happens to be a brilliant classical violinist.

Of course, the newsman tries to make it all better by introducing the poor soul to therapists, taking him to concerts, trying to interject him into a “community” of other mentally ill people, bringing his story to light in hopes that the guy will at least be recognized for his prodigious talent. The results are disappointing; the man’s condition simply is not fixable, not through love, optimism or will.

Based on a true story by former Philadelphia Inquirer reporter Steve Lopez, The Soloist thankfully leans away from the formulaic feel-good moments that often abound in stories like this. With unsentimental direction by Wright and powerful performances by Downey and Foxx, the movie’s almost great.

What’s missing is a real live-wire connection between the two leads, but that’s not surprising. Schizophrenia is a disorder of distance, of separation and fear, and the warm-fuzzies are few and far between. Though Lopez’s book is subtitled A Lost Dream, an Unlikely Friendship and the Redemptive Power of Music—Mitch Albom, anybody?—for this sad man, redemption is improbable. That’s the whole point.

To Wright’s credit, he does not yield to what must have been a mighty temptation to sweeten this story. Foxx’s portrayal—and it’s a satisfying one—embodies this tormented isolation. Even so, lacking an emotional bond with the main character, The Soloist may leave you a little bereft. But that’s better than a Hollywood ending any time.

By Marjorie Preston

Marjorie is Managing Editor of Casino Connection Atlantic City.