One problem with "Fat Man and Little Boy" is that it's redundant. The same story was told in the TV-movie "Day One" earlier this year and J. Robert Oppenheimer was the subject of a PBS special a couple of years ago.

That wouldn't matter, of course, if "Fat Man and Little Boy" were a knockout movie, and the audience has every right to expect that, given the star power (Paul Newman), co-writer/director (Roland Joffe, "The Killing Fields"), cinematographer (Vilmos Zsigmond, "Close Encounters"), etc., attached to the project.

But "Fat Man and Little Boy" falls short somewhere, a distanced examination of the two years scientists spent holed up in Los Alamos, N.M., creating the world's first atomic bombs. In the end, that's the problem. It's just too distanced to allow us to get involved. ("Fat Man" was the bomb dropped on Hiroshima on Aug. 6, 1945; "Little Boy" was the bomb dropped on Nagasaki three days later.)

Newman is Gen. Leslie Groves, the man chosen to pick the scientist to head up the $2 billion Manhattan Project — and he, of course, picks Oppenheimer (Dwight Schultz). Oppenheimer in turn chooses the most brilliant physicists available to crack the problems inherent to creating the bomb.

Among those physicists is John Cusack, who keeps a diary for his father, who nominally narrates the film and who ultimately becomes the martyr for the cause. (Cusack's ultimate fate is paralleled with the countdown to the first practical test of the bomb as the mid-1945 deadline nears, a dramatic device that seems rather contrived.)

Joffe directs his story as sort of organized chaos, both the events that surround the scientists and the life they are forced to lead for two years — and even in the shape of the film. There are few pauses or lingering moments, everything is rapid-fire action, short spurts of dialogue and quick editing cuts, which gives the film an edgy and nervous feel when it should be building tension.

The result is plenty of nervous energy, but an odd dramatic lethargy, despite the efforts of the excellent cast, the glossy technical aspects and Ennio Morricone's excellent music.

And for some reason the film avoids its most obvious dramatic element — after the scientists who have helped create the bomb become conscience-stricken about the possibility of it actually being used, the movie stops short of allowing us to see the debate that ultimately led to its being dropped on Japan.