It's hard to believe that a director of Robert Altman's stature believed this poor excuse for a film was a decent effort at reviving a Raymond Chandler classic. And Elliot Gould is mind-bogglingly H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E as Philip Marlowe. His wooden acting and inexplicable cockiness must have been all the rage back in the 1970s but it's difficult for twenty-first century audiences to comprehend how we was ever a star. I can't imagine an actual actor Bogart would have employed the likes of Elliot Gould to shine his shoes back in the 1940s, when he brought the Marlowe character to life in those memorable films.