Wow, what a picture. I love it when a journeyman director makes something so good that it feels like it has its own identity.

Chris Hemsworth is great in this, but Daniel Brühl is spectacular. There's some really interesting stuff going on visually with the film and the pacing is relentless, never once feeling as long as its runtime.

There's a lot to love here: seedy early 80s New York City, meek Henry Winkler unionizing sex workers, Michael Keaton doing an uncanny rendition of my favorite former roommate, the absolute smokeshow Shelley Long, a really fun assortment of ing actors like Richard Belzer (!!!), Vincent Schiavelli, Charles Fleischer, and Joe Spinelli, an original score by Burt goddamn Bacharach, a nice blend of heartfelt sweetness and laugh-out-loud absurdity.

Hell of a film for Ron Howard to start his directorial career on.

Just a big ol' mess of dull, dry nothing. This very well could be Ron Howard's most boring film and the man is not known for being a particularly exciting filmmaker.

The combined star power of the cast cannot save the rest of this miserable affair.

Surprisingly still funny after at least a decade of not watching it. Doesn't feel like a Farrelly Brother's film, which works in it's benefit.

With Ron Howard's name attached you'd hope this film would be more than the average mid-90s thriller. But it's just that—average. It does benefit from having an above-average cast, however.