I was going to say I'd watch anything that had Samuel L Motherfucking Jackson in it until I remembered I haven't seen Black Snake Moan yet. Or Snakes on a Plane. To be honest, neither of them really pique me. Well, Christina Ricci in Moan kind of does something for me.
Moving on.
Propelled by an approving Roger Ebert review, I got this one and was... mildly entertained. Feels a lot like a first-time director with it's expository dialogue and not-quite-lingering-but-more-padding shots - but director Weaver's been doing it since 1993.
It was nice to see Jackson underplaying a character with none of his eye-balling and shouting. Don't care for the location or for the other actors. Tom Wilkinson's presence feels a lot like an Alec Guiness cameo in Mute Witness. It's reasonably tight and entertaining.
Recommended for noir fans.
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