So, so tepid. Nothing moves here - there's zero chemistry between a miscast Jack Nicholson and an under-utilized Jessica Lange. It's one long eye-roll, let me tell ya.
Solid flick that goes from point A to B without any zigs or zags. The only minor quibble I have is it sometimes inches towards James Bond territory, but it wisely pulls back from anything over the top. It's a Master/Apprentice story that pulls no punches with an ending that made me physically move off the couch. No small feat, that.
“He turned head on tail, tail in head
He thinks that this cycle will get him ahead
Leaden-limbed, his state becomes alarming
Progress expected, not forthcoming
The effect is graceful, but the progress is nil
It is what he was born to, to swim and to swim"
- Wire, “Our Swimmer"
Burt Lancaster wants to swim his way home. To do this, he has to hike up to every house in between his farthest neighbor and his own, taking a…
David Fincher's magnum opus has three masterful acts - The Horror Show, The Police Procedural and the Private Eye Case.
How did I forget Anthony Edwards was in this (and how damn good he is), and did I pass out at some point and and miss all the Brian Cox as Melvin Belli scenes? Also, does anybody else see the parallels between Jake Gyllenhaal's Robert Graysmith and Richard Dreyfuss' Roy Neary in Close Encounters?