Nice to discover that I can stand by something I wrote a decade ago:
In a Lonely Place (1950) is one of those films that, by a kind of strange magic, reveals its greatness twenty or thirty minutes after it ends. There’s an honesty and emotional texture to the film that makes it really unsettling, especially given its superficial appearance as a genre picture. I say “unsettling,” of course, in the best sense of the word. Bogart’s Dixon Steele is,…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I don't even know how to watch movies like this anymore. I assume this script is what happens when you decide to make a small character film that requires tens of millions of dollars' worth of special effects. I kept thinking about the Bruce Willis and Julia Roberts movie at the end of The Player.
I've come up with one scenario where this film isn't aggressively stupid. You know how the entire script is built around the idea that Sandra…