Don’t be fooled, John Crowley’s constipated adaption of Donna Tartt’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, “The Goldfinch,” might look like one of those highfalutin prestige dramas screaming for awards consideration, but it’s closer to excruciating than Oscar-worthy.The action, if you want to call it that, revolves around Theo Decker and how he came into possession of Carel Fabritis’ 1654 wildlife painting, “The Goldfinch,” which [...]