Debra Winger is such a good actress. She brings vitality and edginess to her characters. So it was surprising to see her attempt to rein it in here for the sake of this plodding, stiff-upper-lip tale of love gained and lost. The film moves at a snail's pace with no inventive directorial flourishes to make it interesting, relying instead on sanctimonious dialogue and somber performances. It gets old long before the aching two-and-a-half hours have passed. Though Anthony Hopkins gives it his usual earnest effort, the whole thing fails to ring true, particularly in wasted scenes like his feeble call for room service. Not especially entertaining or enlightening.
Review of Shadowlands
