The Hunting Party

Three Journalists Find Fear and Loathing on a Serbian War Criminal’s Trail

In “The Hunting Party,” a misfired, misguided would-be satire set in postwar Bosnia, Richard Gere plays one of those Fourth Estate burnouts who periodically lurch into the movies. There's the regulation flask, a week's worth of whiskers and the pouched eyes that have seen a world of sorrows, and even more closing times. Marinating in booze and his own sour juices, he is meant to look worn out and nearly used up, punch-drunk on man's inhumanity to man (and to woman and child and dog). He probably had a Humphrey Bogart poster on his dorm-room wall and a Hunter S. [...]

di Manohla Dargis, articolo completo (3683 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The New York Times 7 settembre 2007