Crowe is convincingly skittish and bounces enjoyably off Paul Bettany, while Jennifer Connelly earns her Oscar in the would-be thankless role of suffering wife. But this is as dishonest as Hollywood biography gets.
The script gets us so inside Nash's head that it makes us a party to his illness and the paranoia that it spawns... but Howard doesn't know how to show us this without, ultimately, making us feel cheated and jerked around.
As John Nash, Russell Crowe projects the 'warts-and-all' persona of a genius trying to conquer mental illness. But I can't help reacting negatively to most biopics. I never know what's real and what's made-up -- kinda like Nash himself.