Depp plays a typical Hollywood American character--irreverent, immature, self-centered, cares only about money and self-preservation (however we're constantly reminded about how good he is at his job by people mentioning it as well as his lack of sentimentality and garbage-level clothing). Filled with cliches of Europeans and unrealistic scenes (at one point he sits in a cafe for three hours watching as a stalker stares at him from across the street, then leaves and gets caught by him thirty seconds later; in another he sneaks his way into the office of a wealthy Parisian aristocratic bookseller by...waiting until her secretary goes to lunch). Felt like it was going to lead to something interesting but just kind of peters out at the end (although there are a couple concluding plot twists, such as finding out that Depp's characters has...demons of his own? But it's not enough.)
(Ultimately felt like a da Vinci Code-like attempt by the director Polanski to say that because the devil is a woman, he himself is not a sexual criminal. I know the movie predates Dan Brown's work; perhaps the modern world is so bereft of moral certainty that its directors can't resist the urge to endlessly regurgitate films with medieval storylines and visuals?)
(Ultimately felt like a da Vinci Code-like attempt by the director Polanski to say that because the devil is a woman, he himself is not a sexual criminal. I know the movie predates Dan Brown's work; perhaps the modern world is so bereft of moral certainty that its directors can't resist the urge to endlessly regurgitate films with medieval storylines and visuals?)
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