Director: Alan Parker
Writer: Charles Randolph
Producers: Alan Parker, Nicolas Cage
Kevin Spacey as David Gale, Kate Winslet as Bitsy Bloom, Laura Linney as Constance Hallaway
Now if there’s anything that I find absolutely beyond deplorable in this world, it is rape, but if there’s something that’s almost as devastating to an innocent, it is someone accusing them of a bogus rape. This film also offered some insight into alcoholism, as well as the true fighting spirit in some. I liked all three of the main characters here as well, and a lot of that can be attributed to the actors playing them, all of whom offered potent characterizations. Linney was especially good while Winslet looked as pretty as ever. On the negative tip, the film also had a number of clichéd moments, most of which thankfully didn’t overtake my overall appreciation of the story. The “car breaking down” sequence was the most idiotic as well as the prerequisite “stranger” following them around the whole time. There were also a couple of “huh?” scenes like when the lead characters were shown nonchalantly hauling a TV set out of a motel room (aren’t those things bolted down?) while the most frustrating movie moment that I’ve seen this year had to be the one in which a character takes “time out” to watch a videotape, instead of rushing to the aid of a man who is set for execution in minutes! I was about this close to standing up in the theater and screaming at the top of my lungs: “Move it, beeyatch, there is a man on death row: get your shit together!!!” But alas, I guess it offered up a little “suspense”, right? The filmmaker also had this annoying habit of splicing inserts into the film with words such as “justice”, “pain”, “desire” on them, all of which were too obvious to be effective. In the end, the film’s far from perfect, but it was entertaining, engaged me throughout and offered up a nice dose of surprise, all of which were more than enough to offset the cost of my admission.