Vidas cruzadas

I guess I've been on a bit of a Jack Nicholson trip lately. I suddenly realised every movie I had seen him in I liked. On that basis, this little flick caught my eye in last week's teleguide.

But Jack can't save it. This movie is weak. The message is important, but Penn uses so many devices around such thin material that the whole thing seems artifically manufactured to generate a moral response. I always hate movies that try to tell you what to think, and this movie is a railway track for the mind.

The characters are wrong. They react wrongly. And the ending is the height of wrongness. I can't believe I kept watching for that- it lost me after half-an-hour.