Man, I am really loving late-in-the-game Kevin Costner.
This movie is really only okay. The middle act is a little flabby and the action itself is only so-so. But Costner as a brain damaged psycho turned hero is way too much fun, and whenever somebody gets killed, it's almost always an awesomely gruesome, over-the-top death.
So... yeah. There are compensations.
Also worth noticing: in a cast full of overqualified talent, including both Tommy Lee Jones and Gary Oldman, somehow the…
The underlying message of almost every Peter Greenaway movie:
1. Human beings are nothing more than sacks of meat that frequently secrete a staggering variety of gross fluids;
2. Catalogues are fucking awesome.
Look, John Gielgud is unsurprisingly good (come on, it's already in his name), and Greenaway retains his curious and fascinating sense of visual stylization and motion within the frame (his films, as ever, are less shot or filmed than composed and curated). But expecting anybody to maintain…