In its rush to enshrine its scientist subject (Liam Neeson), Kinsey essentially becomes a piece of science itself: clinical, methodical, emotionally detached. The movies, however, involve other things – feelings, for one – and the main failing of writer-director Bill Condon’s film is that it’s afraid to fully consider what effect the man’s academic approach to sexuality had on his personal life. Sex is much more complicated than Kinsey acknowledges, an irony considering Kinsey himself was one of the first researchers to document that.
