That's how I feel about both the movies I rented this week.
(1) Sean Penn is perfectly servicable in The Assassination of Richard Nixon, a forgettable "based on a true" story about a can't-win everyman loser on-the-edge-of-a-psychotic-breakdown that never gets out of the shadow of the earlier moves which did it better (most obviously Taxi Driver, but also Falling Down and Dog Day Afternoon and John Q. and others).
(2) And Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is likewise just okay; despite the intriguing source material, it manages to be boring, making effective use of neither Gong Show kitsch or is-it-real-or-not? CIA suspense.
Disappointments both.
# posted by
Gerry Canavan @ 9:30 PM
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