Trixie
Alan Rudolph's "screwball film noir" (his definition) is a bit  likeChoose Mecast with buffoons--a handsome, smoothly directed,  shaggy-dog mystery populated by thoroughly offbeat characters. Emily Watson plays malaprop-spewing, gum-chewing Trixie Zurbo, a security guard who wants to  be a private detective. It's kind of like Gracie Allen trying to play Lauren  Bacall in a Bogey film with a babble of mangled clichés and screwy punch  lines. A shaggy, small-time thug wannabe (Dermot Mulroney) drags her into a  mystery involving a smarmy, double-talking senator (Nick Nolte), a boozy     past-her-prime showgirl (Lesley Anne Warren), and a blackmail scheme that ends  up in murder. As a mystery it's less hard-boiled than over easy, but the  performers go to town with the material. Nolte brilliantly rants an incoherent  brand of political doublespeak, and Nathan Lane is patter perfect as a    small- time entertainer delivering one-liners with a weary, wounded smile. At almost  two hours it's a long road with meanders and detours, offering little payoff  beyond the time spent with Rudolph's endearing out-of-time characters. This may  prove mystifying and insubstantial to viewers who like a little more shape to  their stories, but fans of Rudolph's quirky brand of filmmaking will find it  well worth the trip.--Sean Axmaker