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...filmmakers should have used the time they devoted to excessive complication to solidify the characters and their respective motivations. The Minus Man would have the potential to be a mysterious thriller or an exciting slasher flick if Vann weren't one of the dullest murderers ever to grace the silver screen. His banality isn't due to poor acting--Wilson plays his role with flair. The problem is the filmmakers don't reveal enough--Vann, after two and a half hours of character exposition, is still frustratingly vague...
After this haphazard revelation, the seemingly psychoanalytical and introspective nature of the flick turns into a ridiculous Disneyland soap opera where everyone loves everyone and all problems are solved. And if that weren't bad enough, as soon as the you start to think you know which way the movie is going, Kasdan tricks you again and mixes a cheesy love story ending with a pathetic courtroom scene that looks like it may have been slapped on at the last minute to meet a deadline...
...American Film Institute students in the mid-'70s and cut their teeth churning out genre work. But the only scenes they cared about, says Zwick, were "the ones where the cop's at home with his wife and kids." When their hit 1983 nuclear-scare TV flick Special Bulletin gave them a shot at their own series, Herskovitz recalls, "we said, 'What if we just do the stuff we're interested...
...even harder to explain away. The film is crossbred from many pieces. Sometimes it feels like a edgy suburban television drama like "My So-Called Life," about the trials of being a teenager and the equal trials of being a parent. Sometimes it seems to be an adult indie flick, in which bizarre actions have a way of seeming less strange when you look at them up close. Sometimes it's just a pitch-black comedy about the mean things people say to each other when they don't care if they draw blood. Most times, also, it brings...
Hoping to salvage some success with a few final casts, I reared back with my rod and fired with a strong flick of my wrist. Apparently, there was another soft spot in my line. I felt the way a pitcher must feel when someone goes yard on his fastball when my line broke and it and my lure shot approximately 100 yards into deep blue nothingness. "Yes, I believe we're done for the day," I thought to myself...