Rewatched Curtis Hanson’s L.A. Confidential last night.

I’ve never forgiven James Cromwell for this movie, like I never forgave Kurtwood Smith for Dead Poets Society or my father never forgave Bruce Dern for shooting John Wayne in the back in The Cowboys. I don’t care how nice he is in real life or that he was in Babe, or that in my older years I realize I should have seen the twist coming. The man is dead to me.

It’s annoying how good Kevin Spacey was. I mean everyone is good in this, from DeVito to Basinger to baby Simon Baker. But that Kevin Spacey run from ‘93 to ‘99 was just stupid, he was a smug, wrathful boogeyman always on the verge of tears.

And it will never not be satisfying when Guy Pearce and Russell Crowe finally wear themselves out from punching each other and start working together, after Pearce gets a little rougher and Crowe gets a little smarter, because nobody on earth can stop them.

5/5