You'd think a movie with Robert De Niro and Robert Duvall at the height of their game would be excellent. Right? Uh-uh. This movie is so slow, I think some modern reptile bones petrified before final credits. The two men, both deeply method-style in acting, conjure Stanislavsky while the rest of us go to sleep. De Niro was pegged God of Acting by our eastern establishment press and he's always worn the crown uneasily. Some of his work is downright boring. This one isn't - quite. But he and Duvall are locked in battle to see who can take the longest pause in a snatch of dialogue. Please! A little more lively. Both men have actually improved with age, and nowadays, actually speak their lines clearly. Amazing!
Review of True Confessions
