Farrell, Cranston, and Nighy all get love from me, but the fact that they're being directed by a vampire that sucks the soul out of every frame in his line of sight is a bit distressing*. Actually, this is another one of those movies that I keep forgetting exists, which in the past has always been a good, sixth sense barometer for how a film will perform and/or be received. In a just and outrageously awesome world, Paul Giamatti would be playing Quaid.
* "I make shitloads of money, get routinely offered mega-budget genre films, and Kate Beckinsale allows me to enter her...regularly. Get your dick out of your hand, get out of that Salma Hayek boob thread, and face the jealous rage boiling up inside you..."

Edited by JacknifeJohnny - 1/17/12 at 3:33pm