It should've been a disaster. How could Nick Hornby's Camden Town
translate into John Cusack's Chicago? Very nicely, as it turns out -
perhaps thanks to trans-Atlantic director Stephen Frears, or to
Cusack's own grungy charisma. Addressing the camera directly, he
draws us into the world of thirty-something obsessive record
collecting and relationship fucking-up. But if anything, he's too
good. It's so much fun being with him that only afterwards do you realise
how much he misses of Hornby's sad, bitter undertow.
