Hello again, Julia Roberts. You stole my boyfriend in 'Mystic Pizza', and that has made all the difference. It was scripted, of course. But I'm hoping you go, 'Oh, yeah. The blonde in the pool hall.' Come to dinner and you can call me a hustler -- of work.
There's nothing wrong in presenting a cycle about a character progressing from damaging childhood to escape from psychological entrapment adulthood. Indeed, it's a great idea. But the over-and-again Hill Town Plays are clearly not the way to do it.
Perhaps his clean-cut, boyish image obscured my ability to recognize the astonishing talent he possessed from the start. Regardless, I could see it now: Jeff Bridges has always been a lot more than a pretty face.
It looks and feels like an Indiana Jones movie, although the plot's more rickety than usual, the by-committee script's only serviceable, and the pleasures are modest relative to the expectations attached.