It's easy to forget how fucking good Willem Dafoe is because he *is* that fucking good. Dafoe just fades into whomever he's playing, from psychopaths to sweet-natured motel managers. His character in Schrader's "Light Sleeper" is a bit of an amalgam of those extremes, his haunted drug mule exuding a well-earned pathos despite his personal failures. I'm not sure this movie would work without him; it has an unexpected optimism that would be a tough sell with a performance that's either a shade harder or softer.
This has to be the smarmiest piece of shit in cinema history, starting with a smarmy voiceover blasting everyone in the world as frivolous unless they’re as smart as Adam McKay, which, according to Adam McKay, is no one.
Really, this ain’t good, people, and pretending that it is just because you hate Dick Cheney is dumb. I could go on and on, but here’s a big one: The film even makes the argument that Lynne Cheney is more insidious…
I was in a packed theater and I stood to my feet and started chanting, "Oh-Prah! Oh-Prah! Oh-Prah!" and soon the whole audience was on its feet, rapturously cheering for Oprah.
But then I started chanting "U-Mah! U-Mah! U-Mah!" and though it took about 10 minutes eventually everyone was cheering for Uma.
Uma Thurman 2020.