I just saw this film at the Rome Internaional Film Festival in Rome, Ga -- mainly because of Faye Dunaway, and because the majority of these festival films never make it onto disc. From the start you know it's low budget: the lighting and cinematography aren't, shall we say, top flight. But what a story -- clearly autobiographical at some level, when you consider it's told from the perspective of a struggling screenwriter -- and the pacing,, which is erratic at first, begins to approach Pakula or Friedkin level. The vanity common among aging actresses doesn't prevent Dunaway from turning in a weirdly compelling performance as the Irishman's damage-controlling widow, despite her erratic brogue. Sean Young has seldom been so sympathetic --and never looked sexier, IMHO. Tony Goldwyn looks like Aidan Quinn and does a convincing paranoid. But I couldn't take my eyes off Shea Alexander as the pathetic, coke-driven, sex-obsessed producer Melissa Weiss: her performance leaves a lot to be desired, but one gets the sense of someone who's been there, or at least seen it with her own eyes. I'm looking forward to Steve Freedman's next film. I'm sure it will be worth watching -- and that a bigger budget will have nothing to do with it.
Review of Ghosts Never Sleep
