Arbitrage: a reminder of a talent so often put to waste


I've been rolling my eyes at Richard Gere for 30 years, alternately alienated and charmed by his good looks and his shockingly evident narcissism and self-regard; his abidingly terrible taste in projects, and the fact that somehow, no matter how many movies like Intersection he makes (or like King David, or Mr Jones) sooner or later there will come an end to his lengthy career-drought and, like a flailing magician, he will somehow revive his good name and box office rep with a blockbuster comeback like Pretty Woman, or an intelligent movie like Internal Affairs.