That faint sloshing you hear is the sound of one of America?s most audacious and talented auteurs treading water. Granted, the man deserves a measure of credit for not playing it safe and making Pulp Fiction II: Sadistic Boogaloo, and it?s refreshing to see an obnoxious Young Turk like Tarantino tackle a story of middle-aged platonic love between a stewardess/drug courier (Grier, adequate in a role that required more) and a world-weary bail bondsman (Forster, magnificent). But in spite of its restraint?dare I say maturity??much of Jackie Brown feels uninspired, merely proficient; it?s very evidently the work of a man who had no idea what to do next, but knew the time had come to do something. Let?s leave the Elmore Leonard adaptations to the folks who can?t write.