In fact, the wonderful thing about this film is
You remember GOLDFINGER? Specifically remember Auric Goldfinger (Gert Fröbe)? Remember how he was always several steps ahead of Sean Connerys Bond. Remember how he knew he had Bonds number? How Bond was an annoyance, not a problem? Well Auric was a pussy galore compared to Philip Seymour Hoffmans Owen Davian. Its a classic good guy / bad guy match-up. Philip isnt laughing maniacally. He isnt making empty threats. He doesnt give Ethan a goddamn inch the entire fucking film. Ethan is beaten at every fucking turn, every corner, every twist. The fucker thinks hes good, but Philip is just much much smarter.
In fact, the brief flash of time in this film where Ethan has the upper hand
is only punctuated by exactly how fucking badly Owen fucks him up
almost at a blink. And this fucking Owen Davian
hes not one of these cats that takes his time in unleashing revenge. Hes all about not just getting free, but instantly making his enemy his bitch.
Seriously. Contrary to the typical post-Oscar fuck-up, Hoffman stands at home plate like the Babe that he is, and points to above the big green wall and knocks his performance clear over that and beyond. No stutter step here. Hes everything hes supposed to be and more. Hes just sort of a marvel in this film.