"You don't like people," says Marieke to Harry Donovan, challenging him to name one counter-example. It is no surprise; Harry is not very likable himself. The angry-but-brilliant artist is a cliché, but Jason Patric makes it work. His character finds some sort of healing in his rendering his father into a fake Rembrandt he makes in the movie, at the same time melding his relationship to his father into his own psyche. I would like to have seen more art and art commentary in this movie, but you can learn a lot from it.
