horrible movie. the only highlight of this film is when mel gibson used a floor mop to ditch patrick stewart in a bucketful of water. i watched the movie because it was written by brian helgeland (of L.A Confidential (1997) fame) and i thought, it can't be that bad. but i don't get it. may be i was tired from 10 hours drive from oklahoma city to houston that it is not immediately apparent to me what the story is trying to say.
i find the story telling undecided and the characters contrived. the story revolves around jerry fletcher (mel gibson) a chatter-box new york cabby who dabbles in conspiracy theories, linking the most unrelated things till it gives a veneer of "it could be". he takes it seriously and living his life to feed his paranoia. at the same time he has an unexplained crush on alice sutton (julia roberts), he doesn't know why he likes her but somewhere at the back of his mind he feels the responsibility to protect her. there are moments in which gibson's natural comedic flair could have sooth the movie a little, but it's not his fault that the movie sucks. there are elements in it which doesn't add up and it sort of got lost - perhaps of trying too much (FBI vs CIA vs manchurian candidate experiments vs julia roberts the love interest vs deranged psychiatrist) as opposed to letting real people tell the story.
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