But it does revel in them, just like the bloodsuckers who loved him.
There are certainly no critical breakthroughs here, or insights into what makes the actor tick.
There are unforgettable moments throughout, including one that left me confused, breathless, and exhilarated, and that is the feeling that has lingered for me.
There is no way to make Jack Nicholson dull.
Still, it does not add much to the field of Jack-lit.
In fact, American Hustle feels as wonderfully free-form as Soderbergh or Altman, a character study more interested in mise-en-scene and dramatic fakery than plot.