If Saint Jack is not another complete embarrassment for Bogdanovich, it nonetheless reveals his deficiencies as a film maker.

Well crafted, finely acted, and conjures up a positively intriguing milieu.

Hard to imagine how anyone could make less of such a promising subject.

Shooting halfway around the world, director Peter Bogdanovich manages to reinvent his style in a minor key with Saint Jack, while retaining the love of sparkling dialogue, gag work, and interpretive pastiche that defined his career.