My review.
I'm having my usual "the morning after" reaction to my own review, feeling like I should re-write it. I meant everything I said, but sometimes when I go back and read what I feel, I find myself saying, "That Overstreet spends too much time talking about the negatives and not enough acknowledging the positives."
Anyway, I didn't dislike the film, even though it may sound that way in the review. I just found myself saying "I want more" in almost every scene, like the film was only giving me 65% of what it could have given me.
(Yes, 65% is a carefully calculated number.)
This review is a prime candidate for my "film reviews that need editing" focus on my blog, so feel free to rip right into it.
I find it interesting that James Redford has inherited so much of his father's... uh... "mood." Spin feels like a "young Redford" production ... "Redford-lite," if you will.
I really enjoyed Stanley Tucci's quiet, understated work here; especially after his extra-ham performance in Shall We Dance?