Rewatching "Scent of a Woman," in which Pacino's brilliant turn is in every way connected to the emotional responses of a very young O'Donnell, one cannot help but wonder why this young actor's career failed to ignite. (Yes, he won kudos in the revived Miller play, but since then--what?)
It was particularly ironic, because the bad boy in the "Scent" story, a grinning, smug Jack o'lantern preppie who almost brings Chris down, was played by ... a young, creepy Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Who would've looked at that film in 92, and predicted that Hoffman would be the Oscar nominee in 06? O'Donnell was the one on course. Anyway, O'Donnell's work holds up remarkably; in several scenes, he single-handledly sustains the raw tension so persuasively so that Pacino's shell of a world-weary Col. can shine in counterpoint. The movie is a duet, and how sad it is, 14 years later, to see so little of O'Donnell.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling