Elmore Leonard's slight tale about a faith healer (Ulrich) who flirts
with celebrity gets perfectly droll but rather perplexing treatment
from Schrader, of all people. Where's the suicidal angst? Where's the
psychosis? Touch would be a refreshing break from all this if it was a bit
funnier and just, well, better. But, although it has a few more ideas in
its head than Get Shorty, Out of Sight or Jackie Brown, it's much less
entertaining, and has to go down as one of its director's most
negligible efforts.
