1408

I have always liked John Cusack. He has delivered consistently since 1985 and 1408 is no exception. It’s a “tour de force” as they say, wherein Cusack gets to plunge into a Himalaya-sized range of emotions from cynicism to debilitating grief. For this, the space and time to spread out, the plot and structure play only a secondary role. The middle act suffers because of this, and the spooky episodes become repetitive. However, the ending makes up for the slow middle and delivers a satisfying wallop. If Cusack can accomplish what he does in this paper-thin script, imagine what he’ll do with something meaty. (not forgetting Being Jon Malcovich)