The
movie begins promisingly, with Stephen languidly stretched out on a
train seat, as he's prone to do. Nobody kicks back like Dillane,
especially when watching a female he just had sex with putting her
clothes back on. Either he's a fast dresser or didn't remove
much in the first place, since he's already fully clothed. Damn it.
Nevertheless,
he's looking very suave, very European. He's obviously a gentleman and
waits a minute or so before dashing off, giving her a kiss and a
rose to remember him by. Where could he be going in such a hurry
on a train, I wondered?
He's Charlie, but the truth is, Charlie pretty much
disappears after this all-too-brief scene and isn't even mentioned in
the extra material. It goes downhill fast from here, and for the remainder of the film we're left with the
likes of Tim Robbins and Mark Wahlberg, who by the way, are laughably
bad in this wierd remake of "Charade".
Director Demme has made some good films, but this isn't one of them. Dillane has made some clunkers, but this one takes
the cake.
