For a movie exclaiming to be all about the gargantuan power of the mind and the grand role of shadows as a visual metaphor (about … something), it displays scant interest in either.
I don’t know what this is meant to be. I don’t think anyone in it knew, either.
But it’s certainly pish.
Alec Baldwin, somehow the least annoying Baldwin of four vexing Baldwins, did have most of the attributes you’d apply to leading man goodies – aside from likeability. He even peacocks his Austin Powers/Ryan Giggs chest hair/love rug here with no irony attempted. B for Baldwin effort.
But he’s still delusional in his attempts at the hero role because he’s rubbish at it.
Some actors are better when they’re that frazzled weirdo in a supporting role.
