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2 Jacks
Jack is a legendary filmmaker. As year went by, his son also step into the filming career path. Under much pressure of the father's success, Jack Jr finds his way to the Hollywood dream.
1 September 1986, Minnesota, USA
24 February 1966, Chicago, Illinois, USA
14 May 1962, Rome, Lazio, Italy
8 August 1983, England, UK
19 September 1984, Wilton, Connecticut, USA
4 November 1949, USA
28 December 1981, New York City, New York, USA
7 December 1982, London, England, UK
21 August 1982, Lanarkshire, Scotland, UK
1978, County Tipperary, Ireland
October 17, 2013
Granted, the Tolstoy story had the benefit of internal monologues that clarified motivations and impulses. But a good film finds ways of doing this through gesture, expression and other artful ways. This is not a good film.
October 18, 2013
Based very loosely on an early short story by Leo Tolstoy, "Two Jacks" has a much less interesting second act ...
October 17, 2013
Rose's apparent intent is to show how little of Hollywood's Golden Age magic is left today. In that, at least, he succeeds .
October 16, 2013
Like the earlier Huston/Tolstoy projects, Two Jacks is cheap-looking and rough around the edges, but there's a confidence about all these films too.
October 19, 2013
Inconsistent yet reverential, it's a truly trivial pursuit.
October 21, 2013
Bernard Rose's fourth ultra-low-budget Tolstoy adaptation suffers from a slack narrative and abysmal dialogue.
October 17, 2013
Unfortunately, these inconsistencies cause more confusion than the magic Rose is presumably going for.
October 18, 2013
John Huston's shadow looms over the entire film, and as shadows go, it is long and very hard to get out from under.
October 16, 2013
Rather thin but moderately entertaining.
October 17, 2013
Mostly, it makes you feel like the only sober person at a party you can't leave.
October 16, 2013
The embarrassingly low production value of Bernard Rose's 2 Jacks works symbiotically with the film's botched performances.
October 17, 2013
Playing these self-infatuated flimflammers, Danny and Jack Huston obviously know the drill. It's in their blood.
