Ya know, you can have a great cast, neat cinematic tricks and eloquent dialogue, but if your story is a retarded piece of psuedo-intellectual junk then you can only go so far. Peter Schaffer, he of “Amadeus,” takes a giant horse-turd on paper and calls it an introspective look into psychology. I say, “Neigh.” Anyway, Richard Burton gives a performance that somehow keeps you from laughing at all this nonsense. Bravo to him. Russell Crowe, in time, will simply morph into Richard Burton. Lots and lots of Peter Firth’s dong in this one. I guess if you were hung like him you’d appear naked in movies, too. Some would say he was hung like a … oh, never mind.