Where the Money Is
Where is the money? Wherever you find Paul Newman. At 75, Newman still has more charm and sheer sex appeal than most film actors a third his age, and it's his radiance that turns a simple caper yarn into anything worth watching. That, and the always watchable Linda Fiorentino, as Carol, a former feisty prom queen who's stifled her inner bad girl enough to settle down as a nurse in an old-folks' home and in a marriage to her prom king, Wayne (Dermot Mulroney). When infamous crook Henry Manning (Newman), arrives at Carol's nursing home (having suffered a stroke in prison), she begins to wonder if -- and hope that -- he's faking. Suffice to say, Carol gets a rise out of Henry and also a possible ticket out of her dullsville existence. Although Money is a plausible, entertaining tale, told in a brisk 90 minutes by director Marek Kanievska (Less Than Zero), a tighter, sharper script would have given the film a substance it needs. Newman -- in a role whose cool smarts and charismatic sparkle recall his late-'60s and early-'70s films -- and Fiorentino click wonderfully, milking their parts for all they're worth. But Mulroney is slack, like someone who's not in on the joke.