Albino Alligator is actor Kevin Spacey’s directorial debut. A trio of robbers (Matt Dillon, Gary Sinise, and William Fichtner) moronically flub their heist and get themselves pinned into a corner and for deeper trouble than their previous mal-intent, and a hostage situation arises in a local pub.Thanks to the stifled script (theatrical in locale), there’s lots of talking, or moreover, yelling. The screenplay is littered in “fucks,” so as it comes to replace any other descriptive words. About an hour into the movie, one of the hostages suggests a plan that I came up with five minutes into the ordeal: since the cops don’t know what they look like, they can escape by passing themselves off as the hostages. It’s all very see-through, very predictable. Spacey’s lacking direction easily permits disappointment; his narrative is weak and jumpy, plagued by holes of reason and intellect. The claustrophobia he creates here lacks fear or tension and it does the reverse effect of the aura, leaving it way too wide open and susceptible. It lacks brains, wit and most importantly, interest.
With Faye Dunaway and Skeet Ulrich.[Not to be bothered with.]