Vincent de Van Nuys is a saint.
He’s not your regular saint like the ones that have gone before him; he drinks too much, swears like a sailor, spends time with prostitutes and gambles. What makes Vincent a saint are much deeper qualities that evolve during the course of the movie.


Bill Murray shines with his outstanding portrayal of Vincent, depicting the cantankerous, acerbic with such believability that it is touching. As Oliver’s mentor he may be unconventional, but there is a goodness in him that only Oliver sees and the audience are exposed to.

The film wins over the audience by letting Bill Murray just be himself, and he takes the role on with the voracity that only Murray can. He is brilliant and holds the movie on his own. The support cast are all wonderful in their roles, but Murray really shines when he is at his (dis)pleasing best. As we strip back the layers of the character Vincent, Murray allows us to be touched by his wonderful performance. It allows us as viewers to remember that sometimes people are not as they seem and that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.