The Caller

I have watched the film life of Frank Langella beginning with 'The Twelve Chairs' back in the 70s'. His Charismatic ability and dynamic screen force is impressive. This movie calumniates with all the cinematic experience he has accrued over his career. The film is entitled " The Caller." If you are expecting a lot of action, thrills or explosive drama, this is not one of them. Instead, what one sees is the story of an aged Executive who has seen enough corporate destruction to fill his conscience and like most humanitarians, wants to atone for his part. Langella plays Jimmy Stevens an ex-CEO of a multi-Billion dollar corporation which continues to destroy 3rd world countries without remorse. Planting the seeds of failure within the corporation, Stevens knows he will be marked for death. Realizing he has become a target, Jimmy hires private investigator Frank Turlotte (Elliott Gould) to be a witness during his last days. The movie becomes a death watch for a man who has learned in his youth, that death, even when slow in arriving, is death none-the-less and there is nothing to do but wait and reminisce. Touching in its inception, the film is a remarkable heartfelt legacy of humanity realizing its own destruction. This film will no doubt become a milestone for Langella which will culminate in becoming a Classic. ****

This is one of those films that never gets off the mark. It has an interesting premise, but then it's characters stop communicating. Everything they say has a constipated double intent. Some of them don't know what is going on and, unfortunately, neither do we. So we get all this talk, passing by the receptors. I really don't understand all the motivations. Do we choose to die because we are tired of the game? Perhaps. I'm kind of an embrace life guy and if we are going to go out, do it in a blaze of glory. Not lying on the edge of the bay. Who are these guys and why do they invest so much effort to complete their job. Espionage and all its implications are fine when we are seeking information steeped in layers of cover up. Here we have a man resolved to die. Is there more to this. The past is revealed but is that a reason for the motivations here? I just didn't fined myself compelled to go ahead.

This is not worth the electricity it takes to play it in a DVD player. I've seen thousands of movies and this with out a doubt ranks down there way at the bottom. Please save your time and just take a nap or something; I've seen home movies better than this. Now, the actors were okay; the story line was horrible. It was so slow. The scenery was ordinary, the traffic was as good as I've seen. How can you mess up cars and buildings in the background? When this was made, time would have been much better spent cleaning out drawers or moping the kitchen. It's just about as interesting as watching grass grow. Do yourself a great big favor and think of something else to entertain yourself.

I saw this at Cinequest in San Jose, in the gorgeous California Theater, but this movie would look good in the homeliest cineplex. This is the rarest of thrillers: one that makes its impact through careful character studies and a refusal to give up its secrets. Frank Langella gives a sterling performance as the corporate whistle-blower marked for death, subtle and surprising in its emotional power. Elliott Gould isn't quite as effective as a private detective/birder, but he is very watchable as he watches his subjects, both human and avian. "The Caller" actually looks more like a fine French drama, in its attention to detail and the deft use of its child actors. Definitely worth watching!

This film is not about corporate scandal, suspense or mystery; all those elements were simply the vehicle to get to the point: Death & how one deals with inevitable death. The story is extremely contrived and overly elaborate, which became dull and frustrating because every single character, item or action is just a device to metaphor.

At the end, the plot really isn't important nor the characters because the film intentionally presents every one as a wooden puppet without the slightest emotion or expression (The golden rule of filming art: do not smile, remain expressionless, and add bleak).

It ends as you expect it to: The same death metaphor and the same dreadful indictment against the capitalistic brutalities in every other film.