and so anyway it turns out that the best thing about The Ice Storm (1997) – based on Rick Moody’s 1994 novel of the same name, which I didn’t much like – is not the sheer craft and dedication James Schamus brings to his screenplay so as to ensure that Moody’s multiple perspectives and layered temporalities are reduced into such banality that producers elsewhere thought greenlighting American Beauty would be a good idea, but rather the fact that, whatever the film is, it is neither American Beauty nor Revolutionary Road….