Al Pacino has never been better. Not in Scent of a Woman, which won him an Oscar (that award should have gone to Denzel Washington for Malcolm X, but that's a conversation for another time). Not in Dick Tracy. or Dog Day Afternoon. Or even The Godfather.
His work in You Don't Know Jack is genius. He doesn't imitate the euthanasia activist (and uber-narcissist) Jack Kevorkian. He channels him. It's eerie how spot-on this performance is. Makes Jamie Foxx's Ray performance look like child's play.
The closest comparison would be Helen Mirren in The Queen. Or Drew Barrymore in Grey Gardens. Performances that ring so true the actor and the individual are fused in my mind.
I foresee an Emmy nod, if not win, for Pacino.
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