It can be very funny in this, as with the illustration of how Temple hears and understands the phrase "animal husbandry". Yet the first half feels more than a touch brusque, doubtless because there are only so many biographical bullet points a film can squeeze into a two-hour timeslot. In the second half, however, you see exactly what director Mick Jackson - he of the most idiosyncratic career, from Threads to The Bodyguard and this - has been racing towards: it develops into a wonderful, one-of-a-kind story, as having learnt from cattle to help herself, Temple effectively repays the favour, a process that involves mucking in and going to war with the cowboys on John Wayne's ranch. (Implied subtext: why can't someone with autism be the protagonist of a Western?) Never as pious as, say, A Beautiful Mind, it's fortified by a fine supporting cast: Julia Ormond as the mom at the end of her tether, Catherine O'Hara as the aunt who helps pick up the slack, David Strathairn - of course David Strathairn - as the kindly teacher who finds a way of communicating with an altogether singular student. Whatever the delicacy of the film's choices, most of them prove effective: I emerged royally entertained, moved and knowing more about autism than I did going in. The kid-glove treatment, clearly, only gets you so far.
Temple Grandin is available to stream on NOW TV.
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