85. First off, I should tell you that you will not get your daily dose of performance tomorrow, as I will not be at my computer, but I'll give you a double feature on Sunday worthy of the absence.
Of course, if you're into double features-you might as well catch Kevin Spacey in The Usual Suspects, because you're going to have to watch the movie twice to realize the absolute layers he exudes as Verbal Kint. This crime drama, one of the smartest I've ever seen (for those who want to see one that's similarly intriguing, catch Inside Man, in theaters now), takes five small time crooks and puts them into a bigtime heist. The cast is rather paltry (one of the lesser Baldwin brothers gets above the credits billing), but Kevin Spacey is so smashing, you won't really care (you can also check out a young scene-stealing Benicio del Toro, five years before Traffic). Spacey glues the scenes together, whether it's through his daft, sarcastic narration or his nervous glow as he partakes in the crime to beat all crimes. Oh yeah, and there's that infamous ending (which made me fall out of my chair, and which I insist no one share here). However, there's an entire movie before that, and Spacey steals every nook and cranny.
Anyone who was around in the early nineties would have seen The Usual Suspects, L.A. Confidential, and American Beauty and known that we had a big, talented star on our hands who was going to become the next-well, I don't know, but something spectacular. Then, nada, nothing even worth going out and just enjoying the popcorn for. Watch these three back-to-back, and then write a letter to Kevin Spacey's agent insisting that he either resign or go to Confession.
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