Wakefield is kind of a wonder.
It's to Cranston's great credit that he's able to keep us watching this shallow, self-deceiving egotist. It's the film's fatal failing that we're never sure why.
Swicord ... both respects the material and neatly corrals it for her own purposes.
Wakefield is selfish and cunning, competitive and controlling. He's also unmistakably human and, surprisingly, totally relatable whether you'll admit it or not.
The film, scrupulously faithful to its source, is decidedly literary, but not in an especially satisfying way.
Cranston is simply remarkable in the role, a tricky one since his character has precious little dialogue with anyone else. Yet the actor shows everything here -- arrogance, sorrow, anger, love, fear.
The role of Wakefield is a beast, and Cranston, rising to the challenges set by director Robin Swicord, gives it everything he's got. His award-caliber performance is astounding to watch.
It's ultimately hamstrung by its overwrought sensibilities.
...a one-man show driven by Cranston's surprisingly subtle performance.