Vanilla Sky-Lite *Spoilers, if you could call them that, does it matter in this case??!!*

Rating: Null/10 (12 March 2002)

This film is Vanilla Sky/Fight Club/Memento for the blue rinse brigade. Another nail in the coffin for the once promising DreamWorks studio (after such cinematic horrors as "Gladiator" and "Shrek"), this cynical, trite, manipulative and cheesy concoction is so calculated from start to end it feels that an "Oscar Software" package worked out the route map, and Ron Howard followed religiously.
Much of the criticism levelled at this picture has been for what was omitted. Having seen it, this criticism is valid, not just from a viewpoint of historical accuracy, but also from the point of dramatic believability.
It is preferable therefore to outline what is not in the movie, to get an idea of what exactly is left:-
No idea whatsoever of what Nash's great mathematical and economic achievements were, or how he came about them;
The Nashs' divorce is omitted, flattening Jen Connelly's character in the process by having her behave in a way loyal to Nash, without any feelings of her own, rendering negative the point of the character being in the movie at all (no "mirror" effect);
No idea of Nash's background or motivation in being in Princeton in the first place.
What is left is a superficial story of mental illness that could apply to anyone, hammed to the hilt by a miscast Crowe who shamelessly apes Tom Hanks' equally nauseating performance in Forrest Gump, with a "Going for Gold" third act tacked at the end.
There is nothing more to say about this travesty. It's like watching a blank screen. This is a non-entity of a movie about a supposed genius that ironically panders to the lowest intellectual common denominator. Avoid!