An idle bit of Robert Altman completism. Clyde Hayes adapted raw material provided by John Grisham. Kenneth Branagh leads as an invincible attorney/pants man in Georgia who has separated from Famke Janssen. His office factotum Daryl Hannah is still putting up a fight. Private dick Robert Downey Jr. just marks time in various bars, waiting for the MCU.
For prima facie spurious reasons (fishnets!) Embeth Davidtz drives Branagh into maximal lust which causes him to get stupid in having her father Robert Duvall committed. All of this is so dumb — I regularly wanted to throw the movie across the room — that I mostly just waited for the twist. Tom Berenger's minor role as Davidtz's husband provides some early hints, and if he'd made any use of his boat's Chekhovian device we could have all finished up sooner. I did not understand the climax at all: surely everybody has their trust issues by then and yet they're still credulous and playing some other game.
Overall it was as if Altman had forgotten how to make a movie. There is little to no overlapping dialogue and we just follow Branagh around in a very linear manner. The soundtrack by Mark Isham is very obtrusive and often more intense than the action. The juxtaposition with Hurricane Geraldo is farcical.
Roger Ebert: three stars. A Critic's Pick by Janet Maslin. Not based on a novel. "Describing himself as 'a little toasted,' the actor [Downey Jr] is seen drinking heavily and even nodding out from time to time, with art mirroring life all too noticeably."
