Scott Hardie: “It was ok.”
Where others found this film intriguing, I instead found it well done. It tells the story competently, really getting inside the blankness that Bob Crane embodied (with most of the credit due to the perfect blankness of Kinnear), but it gets so lost in that fog that it seems to lack any spark, any verve. And that may be due to the fact that it's just not a compelling tale, the story of this man with no reason to live except to keep on having sex. It's not like he found it difficult to conceal or had to face any major consequences over it. If he didn't care, should we?