Paradise Highway is the kind wayward
What bet did Juliette Binoche lose? I only ask because writer/director Anna Gutto’s melodramatic thriller “Paradise Highway” is the kind wayward, tonally muddled project an actress the caliber of Binoche would only sign onto if promises were broken and payback was required. It’s difficult to know where to begin with the autopsy of “Paradise Highway.” Shall we discuss the cliché “One Way or Another” needle drop? How about the superfluousness of several character arcs? Or maybe how this movie takes a great interest in broken systems without sketching the humans at the center? Gutto’s film certainly doesn’t fail to remind viewers of its importance. But you spend the entirety of its languid, nearly two-hour run-time wondering when this serious narrative will find space to be good. As Sally, a big-rig trucker traversing America’s south, a miscast Binoche occupies our primary focus. Sally worries deeply about her troubled brother Dennis (Frank Grillo). Though he’s nearing pa...