Middling drama “The Ledge” uses a gimmicky framing device — a cop with troubles of his own tries to talk a jumper off a high-rise roof — as hook for a love triangle involving a woman, her loyal fundamentalist-Christian husband and sexy atheist bad-boy neighbor. The meditations on faith vs. reason that have played out in writer-director Matthew Chapman’s nonfiction books (though not so much in his screenplays, like “Consenting Adults”) are delivered with a heavy, sometimes simplistic hand in this contrived, plausibility-challenged pic. Watchable but unlikely to get much critical love, “Ledge” looks like a better leap for cable than theatrical.
Second-billed Terrence Howard (also a co-exec producer), dominates the first few minutes as Baton Rouge detective Hollis, who gets some unexpected and appalling medical news: He’s infertile, and was born that way. The appalling part is he’s already father to two young children he thought were his own; clearly, wife Angela (Jacqueline Flemming) has some explaining to do.
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First, however, Hollis must go to work, where he’s promptly called to handle an emergency downtown. A man, Gavin (Charlie Hunnam), has clambered out onto a building ledge, attracting a crowd beneath. When Hollis, understandably distracted but experienced, pops his head out of an adjacent window to engage the apparently suicidal man, Gavin reveals he doesn’t actually want to jump — but if he doesn’t do so at noon (in 80 minutes), someone else will be killed.
The two thesps show good chemistry in this sequence, and one looks forward to seeing them exercise their chops together over the long haul. Unfortunately, the bulk of “The Ledge” consists of flashbacks that illustrate how Gavin got to this awkward spot, relegating Howard to brief appearances that grow ludicrous, as Hollis continually interrupts this life-or-death scenario to take calls from his fretting wife.
Flashbacks show Gavin meeting Shana (Tyler) as she and spouse Joe (Patrick Wilson) move in across the hall. The couple invite Gavin and his gay best friend, flatmate Chris (Chris Gorham), to dinner, during which Joe leaps to conclusions. But when Shana gets a part-time job at the hotel Gavin manages, it becomes clear Gavin isn’t gay, and sparks fly.
Knowing she owes Joe a great deal, but unhappy in their marriage, Shana gravitates toward the flippant but smitten Gavin. It’s only a matter of time before they surrender to mutual attraction, leaving Joe Joe finds out, hell-bent on vengeance.
There’s a great deal of on-the-nose talk here about faith, rationality, sin and so forth. But Chapman’s sincerity is undercut by the crudely melodramatic explanations of why his principals believe as they do. And while Wilson works hard, his character is a one-dimensional near-caricature. People like Joe certainly exist, but like yesteryear’s extreme gay or ethnic stereotypes, it’s depressing that intolerant nutjobs are too often the only outspoken Christians we see in movies.
Though too cool-looking with his shaggy hair and facial scruff to be an upscale hotelier, Hunnam keeps the movie above water as much as he can with an alert, appealing performance. But the pic ultimately undercuts his light touch with an overheated final act that’s hard to take seriously.
Packaging is pro if uninspired; surprisingly, Bobby Bukowski’s lensing is a bit on the drab side.