David Conlon

Yuck. What a piece of crap. Lousy acting and no continuity. Who's idea was it to have the young gun ride around with a quarter pound of chewing tobacco in his mouth? Westerns are great. This isn't.

I just started watching this film. I'm always struck by reviewers rush to criticize films with clearly no understanding of the incredible challenges in mounting a film production. Starting with a "treatment" and developing a screenplay, setting in place producers, directors, actors, production managers, cast and crew...and in this film's case, extreme weather conditions means film critics need to shut the f**ck up. Big budget films with box office stars bring home the Oscar. But, small independent film makers deserve credit.

Really great film. But, the FBI agent brings new meaning to stupid. What was the point? She's not even attractive and her stupidity quotient is off the charts. She's a colossal drag on the movie and should be sh** right away. Good grief! Who cast her! The two should disappear together. Fellow reviewers who's opinion that Eastwood's dead-pan betrayal of a psychopath isn't... what? Credible? What bull. Take an MMPI. Clealy, your ignorance is huge. Read In Cold Blood. It'll give you perspective on the myriad behaviors of sociopathic personalities. A final comment: film critics are a plague unto themselves. They demonstrate little or no understanding of the complexities of mounting a film production in all its pieces and layers. From concept to treatment to the development of a screenplay. It's easy for anyone to offer arm chair criticism of anything, even football. Harder to comprehend the work required of actors, set designers, directors, and crew. You're worse than food critics vying for a Michelin star.

Unwatchable. One more idiot with his blone locks hanging provatictably in his insipid face and I will puke. Wow. Get an fing hair cut and take a job at a Beverly Hills bistro. And get lost.

I never fail to be amazed by the lengths established actors will go to take their place in a cheap, meaningless film like The Perfect Couple. The Great Gatsby it ain't. Before Episode 2 I had all but ceased to give a shit if any or all of them were murdered. The sheer arrogance of...what the hell is her name?...to think she could pull this off. Starting with the screenplay and continuing with the appalling acting, ad infinitum, one dreary scene after another. Anything for a buck. I can't help but think about the many new, talented writers and actors whose work is much more deserving of the budget squandered on this embarrassment.

Don't bother with this drawn out, tedious, endless piece of crap. The protagonist is anything but. You see, any good story requires characters whom you can like, if not love and with whom a sense of identification is - at least - possible. Sofia is a one-dimensional, poorly defined character who never quite manages to strike fire, either in the hearts of her colleagues or her utterly miserable and thoroughly unlikable progeny. This egotistical, self-involved, character lost any hope of redemption by the start of Series II. What is it about glorifying a female cop doing a piss-poor job of pretending to be a macho man? Amid her misogynistic colleagues... Finally, stories about women who defeat their male detractors, kidnappers, rapists and abusive husbands and who, by sheer guts, simply prevail...well, enough said. This is sophomore writing class crap fueled by Cliff Notes. Good God!

Critics! When I see a review which is little more than a 900 word manifesto shredding a film I'm reminded that all theater is the culmination of effort by cast and crew and like a ballet, the audience sees only the stage and rarely the corp de ballet, the scene changes, the dancers gathered around the prima ballerina, and the astonishing effort it takes to mount a production. It's easy for a critic to indulge in colossal ego and it just makes me want to watch it anyway, because, after all, I can stop watching it, just as I can easily just the overbearing mouths of its critics. If you hated it so much, then why spend so much time crapping on it?

Where do I begin? A colossal piece of crap. The female protagonist singlehandedly is responsible for the deaths of her fellow survivalists. But, she doesn't stop there but continues her path of destruction, setting fire to the encampment. Why do producers produce unadulterated crap like this? Surely not for the ratings. I'm done. I'd burn the scrip.

After a plethora (fugg, what a word), I enjoyed this film. The cunning, calculating, Spader character, William Ashbury, caught in his own trap, was an effective and unexpected last minute twist. James Spader is just that good at convincing his audience he cannot be destroyed. Aidan Quinn and Peter Coyote used just the right tone, believable and supportive, moving the story along without grandstanding. Matthew Davis, with his handsome, boyish good looks, could do no wrong, drawing the viewers empathy. All in all, while it's not Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, or Red Sparrow, it's entertaining...and worth a look.

Jeremy Irons and Forrest Whitaker together in the same film are unmatched. The Fourth Angel is well worth the investment of your time. Irons character has the element of surprise. And his targets are unsuspecting, sloppy and leave themselves open to attack from an English gentleman well-versed in hunting and one driven by revenge.