“The Soloist is a buddy movie with none of the usual grace notes of the genre, and the backdrop–a skid row seemingly conjured by Dante where legions of homeless lead a feral existence –is part of a Los Angeles few ever see. In his films Mr. Wright has displayed a remarkable visual facility, and The Soloist is no exception. Instead of hills and canyons, the city is rendered in soaring concrete, brutal poverty, scary dark nights and hard sunlight.” [. . .] –David Carr, The New York Times, April 15, 2009