It is really funny that James Spader, who has made a career of playing yuppie bastards, got an award for playing Graham, an anti-yuppie, a weirdo (the yuppie bastard here is played by Peter Gallagher, whose perfect performance is too often overlooked). This is Spader at his very best, as you never saw him before, if you had noticed him before, that is. Although, when you look back, Spader always seems to have given his characters a little freaky edge (something about his dreamy look, or his slow drawl); one of my favourite scenes in this film is the one in which Graham explains his one-key theory to his one-time buddy over dinner, and you sense that they have really nothing in common any more. Graham stands next to Hippolyte's Girardot's character in Eric Rochant's "Un monde sans pitié" and J.P. Belmondo's character in Godard's "A bout de souffle" for me; even next to Holden Caulfield; he is unique and real; I just like him, and not just because of the sound his shoes make while he walks to the bathroom (false alarm) on his first visit to Ann.