
So, when I spied a rental property that advertised itself as a Paul Schrader mystery/thriller starring a Woody Harrelson as a gay, Southern dandy, I figured it had to be a winner.
Normally, this is how I'd start a review of something that ends up "theoretically good" but "actually vomit-inducing". Not so with The Walker. It's reasonably clever. It stars Lauren Bacall, Lily Tomlin and Kristin Scott Thomas as a gossipy bridge club of Washington political wives. And then there's a murder and everyone gets embroiled, and poor gay Woody gets the short end of the stick.
Predictable, yes. But redeemed by good performances and a totally competent ending, if a little saccharine. Plus, Schrader's treatment of what it's like to be in the perilous position of being politically connected but essentially powerless is incisive and darkly funny. The rich, gay, behind-the-scenes mover and shaker who can't go to his boyfriend's art opening because it would be unseemly is kind of a cliché, but it works here. Maybe just 'cause it's Woody?
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