The delivery is damn near genius. The laughs tumble out of truth and timing. The way Mr. Udall momentarily sheds his neurotic ticks, and becomes the randy lovable arrogant star Jack Nicholson in spite of himself when he is strolling through a bar admiring his new love Helen Hunt. And the noise she makes. The way Greg Kinnear reacts to his newly battered face in the mirror.
Grace notes abound.
Moments of desire and physical comedy that smack you on the back into laughter. We're in the future. The way he becomes more and more dehumanized as his blood hunt succeeds. The way the Androids become more and more human as they face their inevitable mortality. An interrogation that goes horribly bad over a turtle.