I can't improve on Shakespeare (but then who can) in summarizing this entry; ... it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying ...Nothing. So who's the idiot here, certainly not Paul Schrader who is, ultimately, telling the tale albeit via his eponymous character Carter Page III (Woody Harrelson) who is arguably idiotic in permitting a superficial at best friendship with his 'walkee' Kristin Scott-Thomas to influence him to becoming involved in a murder inquiry/scandal. There is lots of sound, I mean Lots and a good deal of it is witty, barbed, caustic and civilized; as for the fury that comes not so much from Harrelson, who has every right to be furious, as from the chief investigator who despises Page and can barely contain his fury in interview situations. There is lots of sumptuous photography and although Carter Page is a bad second to Jay Gatsby in the clothes department he does boast a serious wardrobe plus accessories - cuff-links, etc - the acting is uniformly excellent but at the end of it all it is saying precisely zilch. I'm glad I saw it and I enjoyed it whilst I was watching it but that's about it and ultimately it's not quite enough.
Review of The Walker
