That's a two hour elegy for a man who doesn't deserve sixty seconds. What a bleak piece of art it is; what a savage condemnation of the American Dream. I wouldn't say the Irish man and the Cockney woman came out on top, precisely, but it's hard to miss that the foreigners are the only ones who can accurately judge the necessary sacrifices for survival.

Roger Ebert said the things I'd say if I was as good a writer as he was. I'm left with the image of the snow falling, and the town caring very much about saving a burning church, and not at all about saving a flawed man.