It's the 90s, and Joe Castleman (Jonthan Pryce) has just been told he's won the Nobel prize for literature. But as he and his wife Joan (Glenn Close) travel to Stockholm for the ceremony, some of the fractures in their relationship start to fizzle - some provoked by a biographer (Christian Slater) who's nosing around for a story.
I found this kinda flat. Oh, it's nice to see the processional elements of the Nobel Prize, and Close and Pryce are great actors. But this really never gets into second gear as storytelling - the secrets between Close and Pryce are hardly particularly surprising, and once they come out the film hurries to an overly abrupt end rather than actually dealing with any of the implications of those secrets. So this feels too simple, obvious and familiar for me - there's nothing here that really gives this life and meat.
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