Little Children KATE Winslet operates at a galaxy-class level in Little Children, Todd Field’s gratifyingly grown-up look at unhappy suburbia.
Winslet is magnificent, in an Oscar-nominated performance, as a stroller-pushing mum who becomes attracted to a passive househusband (Patrick Wilson). Their slow-burning infidelity (Field wisely allows time to pass in this unhurried film) is contrasted with a more sensational subplot, about a convicted paedophile (Jackie Earle Haley, also Oscar nominated) returning to the neighbourhood to live with his mother (Phyllis Somerville). Field, who brought his civilised approach to In the Bedroom, uses a deliberately literary style here, including a device with a narrator who sounds as though he’s sitting at our side as he reads from Tom Perotta’s novel.