The Kite Runner
When director Marc Forster’s name appears in connection with a film, you know what to expect. Warmth. Decency. Nice performances. Out-of-focus shots. A sad resignation that this kind of mediocrity passes for adult filmmaking. A level of different-ness. A level of familiarity. Nothing too adventurous. Juuuuuuust right. The third little bear of filmmaking. The Kite Runner finds him in pre-Soviet invasion Afghanistan among its relatively modern Western elite studying the friendship of two boys, the son of a wealthy businessman and the son of his father’s servant. A despicable event divides them. As an adult, the grown businessman’s son return undercover to Taliban-run Afghanistan to make amends. Very Watchable. Fairly forgettable.