Sometimes a writer just knows they've gotten off a good one. That feeling happened to me once ... that I can no longer remember the line that inspired my self-appreciation doesn't diminish my remembered pride.
Stephanie Zacharek must have known she was going to be endlessly quoted when she finished off her review of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford by noting the movie represented "a breakthrough in the moviegoing experience. It may be the first time we've been asked to watch a book on tape."
After reading that, I knew there was nothing I could add, except to note that if you get the urge to watch this boring junk, do yourself a favor and watch Strangers on a Train instead. It's a far better film, it does much more with the homoerotic undercurrents, and it's an hour shorter than ... aw hell, I ain't typing that name again. It's as long and overblown as the movie itself.