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Wakefield Starring Bryan Cranston: Read the Short Story | Watch the Trailer #book2movies

It looks like Bryan Cranston has another hit on his hands. My husband, who had the pleasure of working with Cranston on Drive, said ‘‘He knocks it out of the park every time he turns around.’’ 

He does. The actor known for Breaking Bad has come a long long way from Malcolm in the Middle.

In Wakefield, Cranston plays Howard Wakefield, a lawyer who suffers a nervous breakdown and goes into hiding in his attic, leaving his wife (Jennifer Garner) and two daughters without any clue where he is or what’s happened. 
The film is based on E.L. Doctorow’s short story of the same name, which appeared in the January 14th, 2008 edition of the New Yorker. 

For my fellow supporters of women in film Wakefield is written and directed by Robin Swicord, the director of The Jane Austen Book Club and co-writer of the Academy Award winning film The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

The cast also includes Jason O’Mara and Beverly D’Angelo. Wakefield had its debut last year at Telluride before screening at TIFF. Now, we’re getting it here in the US on May 19th.

Wakefield by E. L. Doctorow

People will say that I left my wife and I suppose, as a factual matter, I did, but where was the intentionality? I had no thought of deserting her. It was a series of odd circumstances that put me in the garage attic with all the junk furniture and the raccoon droppings—which is how I began to leave her, all unknowing, of course—whereas I could have walked in the door as I had done every evening after work in the fourteen years and two children of our marriage. Diana would think of her last sight of me, that same morning, when she pulled up to the station and slammed on the brakes, and I got out of the car and, before closing the door, leaned in with a cryptic smile to say goodbye—she would think that I had left her from that moment. In fact, I was ready to let bygones be bygones and, in another fact, I came home the very same evening with every expectation of entering the house that I, we, had bought for the raising of our children. And, to be absolutely honest, I remember I was feeling that kind of blood stir you get in anticipation of sex, because marital arguments had that effect on me.