That thing at work again.
That thing that comes between you and a film you used to like.
That thing that makes you see that film you used to like in a completely new way, in a completely not good new way.
This time around The Paper Chase had that thing all over it.
The thing turned Timothy Bottoms into a yelling, whining self-centered self-serving little prick.
The thing turned the script into a hollow mess, repeating scenes over and over again in what seemed like nothing more than a way to make the film longer.
Thank goodness the thing couldn't stick to John Houseman in any way whatsoever. You can always count on him to be rock-solid.