First viewing after years of hearing the most scathing reviews, and they’re not wrong.
I thought Brian De Palma was meant to engulf daft, badly scripted projects with his patented style; whatever happened, the movie is that of visual neglect, as anonymous as the work of the next hack.
I didn’t get any of it. Was it satire? Was it meant to be funny? Was there an underlying point to anything?
I didn’t believe a moment of the picture and even the title vexed me.
It’s as shite as they say, and Tom Hanks is as awful here as he has been anywhere else.
Rubbish.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 