Whitacre's tale certainly warrants an absurdist's touch, but Soderbergh and Burns get mired in the middle ground somewhere between Michael Mann 's fist-shaking, heart-pounding The Insider (likewise a whistleblower's tune) and Steven Spielberg 's jazzy, light-on-its-feet Catch Me If You Can (with a brief stopover to hang out with the Barbarians at the Gate).
To play Whitacre, the normally debonair Damon has acquired a paunch and a walrus moustache; on one level, his gleefully nerdy performance is a malicious parody of Russell Crowe's solemn turn in Michael Mann's anti-tobacco thriller The Insider (1999).
It’s like you’re getting two Russell Crowe movies for the price of one: “The Insider’’ and “A Beautiful Mind.’’
Didn't they do this story a decade ago and call it The Insider? Yes, but director Steven Soderbergh wanted The Informant! to go somewhere else down the rabbit hole of Whitacre's mystifying mind.
Ten years ago Russell Crowe appeared in a movie called “The Insider,” the true story about someone in a major corporation who decided to tell truth about the wrongdoing he had witnessed.
Instead of a nail-biter like The Insider or the pathetic tale of a corporate hit-and-run victim, such as Flash of Genius, Mark's big-business shenanigans simply peter out anticlimactically over the course of six or seven years, and that's that.