Oh Canada

...this film has had a profound effect on me. I wept during it...It may not have the same impact on other viewers, but that is the nature of art, and of life.

In the end, the fragmentary shape of it all fails to invite any emotional investment in Leo or his story.

The movie doesn't have as much emotional weight as it should have been the narrative is so fractured.

The irony of “Oh, Canada” is that as a filmmaker, despite this misstep, Schrader is in one of the most vibrant creative periods of his life.

"Oh, Canada" is a jumble of ideas, of mis-remembered or half-invented truths, that still manages to occasionally cut to the core of the human psyche.

Leonard’s reveries are less surreal and more uncanny valley, so the film feels a bit flat-footed when it plops Thurman in a dual role belabored by a distractingly bad fright wig

Wheelchair-bound and conveying physical and emotional pain with an aching acuity, Richard Gere gives a career-best performance in iconoclast filmmaker Paul Schrader’s introspective study of a man struggling with legacy, memory and artistry.

Paul Schrader's ambient excursion into the psyche of a self-mythologising (and self-loathing) artist is equal parts enigmatic and revealing.

Great idea and Richard Gere creates a salty presence but the choppy nature of all the flash-backing is a drain on the attention and makes it tough to feel for the beleaguered characters.

Its calculated incoherence doesn’t bode well for emotive impact but at least keeps viewers on their artistic toes.