The Spanish Prisoner

I really, really, really liked this film, and my only criticism of it is that the cool distance with which it operates makes it hard to love. Steve Martin is terrific, Mamet's dialogue is perfect — arcane and precise and distinct without detracting from your understanding of the events — and the progression of intrigue and revelation is masterful. The only fault I can assign it is that it lacks any sort of emotional resonance, which sounds like a more biting criticism than I mean it to be.