The film itself, though, feels like it's too dazzled by its subject to give us anything more than a cursory, magazine-y look at Charlie Chaplin's life, stretched out to overlength, especially a shame when you consider just how up for it Downey Jr. was. A more skilfully crafted screenplay, and a less embalming style of direction could have made this the much more vital piece of work that both actor and subject deserved. Still, though, Robert Downey Jr. hitting one out of the park his first time to bat as far as the "serious acting" brigade were concerned…there was no way this kid (27 at the time) wasn't going to be huge right?
Well, wrong. Not for the last time, the good buzz the actor earned didn't actually translate into a big leap forward career-wise. Instead he frittered his momentum away on working with auteurs, yes, but never in the leads, (Robert Altman's "Short Cuts" and Oliver Stone's "Natural Born Killers"), taking the odd arty leftfield choice ("Restoration," "Richard III") and retreating back into the lightweight comedy territory as a failsafe ("Heart and Souls," "Hail Caesar," "Home for the Holidays").
We should also make note here of possible career nadir "Danger Zone" (1996) in which he plays second fiddle to Billy freaking Zane, for heaven's sake. When asked why he did it, Downey Jr.'s reply was simply: "Five hundred grand for two weeks." Which is a pretty low level to sink to after an Oscar nod for a prestige biopic just four years before.
But as lackluster as we think the film is, we probably wouldn't go so far as Downey Jr. who dubbed it: "Possibly the worst action movie of all time... I'd rather wake up in jail for a TB test than have to wake up another morning knowing I'm going to the set of 'U.S. Marshals.'" To us it's simply one more in a string of more-or-less uninspired second or third leads he played around this time from the aforementioned "Danger Zone" to "The Gingerbread Man" to "One Night Stand" to "Hugo Pool" (directed by Downey Sr.) to "Black and White."
It was also a period that coincided with his most public and disastrous arrests -- indeed he needed a special dispensation to be able to complete filming on the similarly crap Neil Jordan horror "In Dreams" prior to being committed on a three-year sentence to a substance abuse center (he'd serve one). It would appear that the drug habit that he had for so long maintained without any noticeably detrimental effect on his acting abilities, was starting to take its toll.
Again, Downey Jr. is the third lead, technically taking a backseat to Michael Douglas and Tobey Maguire. But his Terry Crabtree, the publisher of Grady Tripp's (Douglas) constantly postponed book who needs a hit almost as much as Grady does but falls for James (Maguire) while in town, is a terrific turn, full of the almost-trademark jaded humanism that his recent performances had been sorely lacking. It was a role that reminded us all over again that Downey Jr., as he said of his character "can pretty much drink and take pills and smoke pot and make huge mistakes, and in the midst of all, he still has this genuine talent."
Sometime around then too, Downey Jr. landed a recurring role on TV with "Ally McBeal." Despite the actor's own protestations that his performance was overrated, and his relapse and re-arrest leading to his dismissal from the show, he was nominated for an Emmy and widely credited with the ailing show's suddenly improved ratings. So for the next few years, Downey Jr. found himself in the unenviably ironic position of being an actor everyone wanted to see more of, but no one could hire, unless, like Mel Gibson on the folly that became "The Singing Detective," they were willing to insure him themselves. Woody Allen reportedly wanted him (and fellow "jailbird" Winona Ryder) for 2005's "Melinda and Melinda" but couldn't get bonded for either. Trust superproducer Joel Silver to find a way around it though. Casting Downey Jr. in the compellingly terrible Halle Berry vehicle "Gothika," he hit on a scheme that became standard for RDJ contracts for the following years: he withheld a large percentage of the actor's salary as his own insurance policy for completion. And if his performance, and the film in general didn't impress, well, anyone else, it impressed Silver, and led to much better things in the shape of...
The film inexplicably failed to find much of an audience on release, but it's a terrifically fun, dark, self-reflexive deconstruction of the comedy/crime/cop/caper genre that Black had helped pioneer. In it, actor and unreliable narrator Harry (Robert Downey Jr.) is studying and shadowing cop Gay Perry (Kilmer) for a role when he gets embroiled in a deranged, twisty and very funny murder and mayhem plot. It was a gift of a role for Downey Jr., defining that self-aware, arch, witty persona he does so well, whose bravado masks a wide, endearing streak of self-doubt. In fact watching the film now feels a lot like seeing someone come home: as good as RDJ has been in various performances throughout his career, this role fit him like a glove, so much so that it's the kind of persona that has conflated irresistibly with the real-life guy.