At the Verona. A tad predictable and unreal, seemed a bit (too)
disjunctive, not quite sure what it wanted to be. A fleshing-out of the
short. Viggo convinces as the wide-eyed Indiana (or Oregon) boy, less so as
Mr Philadelphia (too wooden). The last half is pretty much
paint-by-the-numbers. Somehow pretty good for all of that, but not a patch
on the David Lynch movie it was trying to be.