I’m with Derb, and against his correspondent and Jonah, on this one. (What’s so terrible about being a grotesque, anyway?) What I most liked about the movie–and this may be, I suppose, a conservative point–is that Nicholson’s quest is thwarted, his desire to express his deeply felt impulses is not fulfilled, and, in the best scene in the movie, the wedding toast, social convention wins. How often do you see those things in a Hollywood product? And Nicholson turned in a fine performance, without some of his annoying trademarks.