Leighton Trent’s review:
Robert Altman's less conventional take on Raymond Chandler's Marlowe is not for the purist faint of heart. He crafts the setting around this character so well, it doesn't even feel like it's an adaptation from a pulp type novel, hardly even a mystery for that matter. The performance from Gould is piece of comic timing genius, and Hayden's drunk, wrung-out writer has candid sadness in his almost comedic delivery of every line. The photography from Zsigmond is spectacular and already it's easy to see the eye Altman had in how he maneuvered his stories.