This bafflingly brilliant movie is Anthony Hopkins at his apex, when he could pick any nonsensical script of his choice, revelling in his incarnation as the first ever middle-aged rocker thesp with a bashful edge.
Hopkins embodies every Walter Mitty’s conception of a bookish weirdo defeating the elements – our mild-mannered intellectual here casually surmounts a bird strike, a bear, a typically useless and insidious Alec Baldwin with a gun, and David Mamet’s inability to stop his juvenile faux-macho dialogue sourced from a thousand better scripts.
This film defines everyone in it.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 