The film suffers somewhat from an unresolved tension between intention and execution, the sour satire at the heart of the script rubbing up against the rather more knockabout farce that has been put before us... Nevertheless, the movie has a great deal to recommend it—Nicholson is very funny with his light bulb dome and crown of clownish hair, and there are a half-dozen intricate, irresistible gags—and has gradually grown its small cult.
I still can’t wholly champion the director—who, as was pointed out in even the most fulsome obituaries, like that in the New York Times, “did not create a recognizable visual style or a distinct artistic signature”—but neither can I dismiss him altogether. For The Fortune is not without its fascinations, the product of strange but sometimes generative tensions and inconsistencies both on- and off-screen.
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