If you could reduce this film to a graph, it would look like the Himalayas. Some great peaks, some lowly valleys. A potpouri of amatuerish Kabuki, brilliant lines and interpretation, sinister suspense, red neck satire and a really lousy conclusion. Meg Ryan reminded you of why her career took off like a rocket. Quaid went from subtle to serial wooden. Paltrow showed a new dimension, and Caan demonstrated why his best days were long past. At times, I would have given it a 7, but it's attempt at a pithy resolution tanked it to an unfortunate 5. Still, I'd recommend it as a worthwhile cinema safari, as long as consistency isn't a requisite.
Review of Flesh and Bone
