You can judge it by this: for the first half-hour of this crime drama, literally nothing happens. It's all Selleck moping around, toying with alcoholism, talking to his ex-wife, talking to his staff, talking to his doctor. Rinse and repeat. Endless shots of sea views and a motionless Irish setter.
Finally, he and a helper take a long chatty walk into a deserted area where he digs up some old clothes - using shovels that magically appear! It's unbelievable.
This careless and even arrogant disregard for actual film-making appears often. Endless slow scenes for "Acting"; silly plot devices; and continuity mistakes. It's clear that nobody worried much about the result.
If you want an art film that takes itself much more seriously than an audience will, this might be it.
Finally, he and a helper take a long chatty walk into a deserted area where he digs up some old clothes - using shovels that magically appear! It's unbelievable.
This careless and even arrogant disregard for actual film-making appears often. Endless slow scenes for "Acting"; silly plot devices; and continuity mistakes. It's clear that nobody worried much about the result.
If you want an art film that takes itself much more seriously than an audience will, this might be it.