Matt Damon is simply not convincing in this role. Not only is his performance flat, but he is unable to generate any sense of menace.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
Ripley morphs into a well-meaning kid who yearns to be somebody. He's deprived, not depraved.
| Original Score: 3/5
Familiarity is the watchword of this overblown opus, which neglects holes in the plot to play up its postmodern theme of identity as pastiche -- a clear case of the pot calling the kettle black.
The Master of Suspense would never have turned in a movie this sloppy.
The Talented Mr. Ripley is lovely wrapping without much to say.
Lo que pudo haber sido una buena cinta de suspenso se convierte en otro remake más de los que ya estamos acostumbrados a ver
In terms of psychological profundity, it isn't one millimeter deep.
It's a good ride. If you like a cat-and-mouse game, you'll like this.
Instead of reaching to Hitchcockian heights of suspense and wonder, we are instead bogged down with a Tom Ripley that is more Alex Forrest than Norman Bates.
| Original Score: 2/5
The film was neither dark enough to horrify, nor emotionally engaging enough to really touch us, and Matt Damon's acting left us both non-plussed.
A sub-Hitchcockian runaround.
| Original Score: 2/4
| Original Score: 1.5/4
It is a suspense film released by Miramax over the holiday season for maximum financial and Oscar-related benefits.
It's a sign of how watered-down the movie is that only the supporting actors have any bite.
But like Ripley and his mission, this gorgeous film sabotages the bizarre journey it originally offered.
Minghella isn't going back to the modest style and the organic emotion of Truly, Madly, Deeply, his first and still his best film.
Lacking in emotional impact.
Perhaps at 90 or so minutes, it would have been the Hitchcockian thriller that it isn't at the beginning but turns into. At two hours and 20 minutes, there's too much of the film that feels like reiteration.
About as facile and sidewinding as its main character.
Simply put, we miss Dickie. Minghella too successfully sucked us into the young playboy's world; talented or no, Mr. Ripley makes a dull substitute.