Saw The Devil’s Advocate for the third time the other night.Okay, a little purple...
No one in film has so dissected and anatomized diabolical corpi with more dedication and precision than Al Pacino.
Not even the combined forces of Martin Scorcese and the chilling characters he created with Robert DeNiro can come up with the living, breathing reality of what Pacino only began to discover with his Michael Corleone of The Godfather.
Prophetically and, I imagine, presciently, I initially spelled Godfather as Todfather.Okay, typos are a casting of the I Ching as iPhones let you know...
Yes. The Deathfather!
That rather says it all.
The great excitement in the film [Insomnia] is that [Pacino] is paired with another, specifically comic genius, Robin Williams, who is equally given to a Shakespearean range of theater games.*NOW THAT IS JUST BEYOND THE PALE. ROBIN WILLIAMS IS JUST NOT ON THE SAME PLANE AS ANYBODY GOOD AND MORIARTY HAS FINALLY LOST HIS—
Both of these volcanoes play the most divinely impressive game of who can out-underplay the other. With explosive possibilities rumbling within the Pacino/Williams Showdown, what we’re invited to watch are two extraordinary artists laying out the mysteries of two seemingly normal but tragically flawed men.
I danced to such slaughter until I met Janet Reno in the backroom of a Washington D.C. hotel. The sulfur rising from our chicken dinners was prophetically tyrannical. It was a preview of the enlightened despotism to be found in the Progressively Marxist New World Order of the Obama Nation. Such sulfur literally pores out of Joe Bidon’s pro-abortion Catholicism as his high-speed train pummels us more firmly into debt.There we go, back to normal.
No wonder people take Andrew Breitbart's media empire seriously.
*All italics are Moriarty's. He just likes 'em is all.