Originally a Joe Eszterhas script, I
suspect that version was probably more of a bonkathon; which might have
been enjoyable enough, since the object of Snipes' ONS is none other than Nastassja. Instead, you get something more
subtle in which, to my surprise, Kinski wasn't really the best thing -- she
drifts ethereally without doing anything beyond look her usual doe-eyed
gorgeousness. Instead, Snipes steals the acting honours with a
well-measured performance as he tries to come to terms with his own
behaviour. The drama is leavened with touches of humour, and an excellent
score adds weight, as do McLachlan, Julian Sands and Robert Downey, Jr., in roles
of various importance, though Downey's dying AIDS patient seems little more
than a manipulative ploy. Nice to see that movies with a message are not
yet dead: I'm not SURE about the moral here, but it seems to be that after
emotional trauma, women like a good shag.
B
