motion pictures
One of the most batshit screenplays to ever be a runaway success in 1994. I used to think the modern GOP was founded on Whitaker Chambers’ Witness, but now I think we shouldn’t discount the impact of Michael Crichton’s Disclosure. And then there’s the Morricone score and the lighting. So ig it’s a wash.
Trashy, amateurishly shot and conceived, weak characterizations despite a more in depth exploration of the core relationships, and a tone that gets hammier and less tolerable as it wears on.
DeNiro starts off doing some interesting things with the physicality of the role, taking some good cues from Mitchum's performance but the bad accent gets worse and in the climax he chews through every bit of scenery he can find, and his performance feels more inspired by 90s Batman villains…