This film was entertaining and fast-moving when it dealt with the world of art forgery. The scenes depicting how a brilliant forger (Jason Patric) created a "lost Rembrandt" were amazing -- I loved how he bought black-market 160-year-old lead white paint so its radioactive half-life would be down to zero. When the movie strays into romance and other areas, it wasn't as deft. Rod Steiger was completely wasted as Patric's ailing father, a minor character who doesn't even rate an on-camera scene in the second half of the film. In some ways this was for the best -- you could put a neon sign around his neck that read "I'm really really sick and keeping it a secret!" and be more subtle than Steiger's performance. The most real thing about this film was forgery, oddly enough, and it was Incognito's saving grace.
