Firstly, this film will have a hard time playing in Europe, where it has two strikes against it: Hogan's Heroes was never a hit over here, so no one knows who Crane was. This leaves the film as just another examination of addiction, and it might not be enough to make it work. On the other hand, those familiar with the genial family man Crane will find his shady private life absolutely riveting; the way he kept up public appearances and even deceived himself is astonishing. From a good Catholic husband to uncontrollable sex fiend (he pointedly never drinks or does drugs), Kinnear nails the role perfectly, probably helped by the fact that Kinnear and Crane share the same comedic good-guy careers. So the shift from clean cut to deeply disheveled is even more remarkable. And Schrader carefully and steadily captures this slippery slope from furtive glances and girly mags to self-produced porn; the transition from vivid sharp colours to bleached monochrome is almost imperceptible. The episodic film also features a startlingly authentic recreation of the Hogan set (with a very strange daydream sequence), and a superb supporting cast. And in the end it's almost frighteningly stark and chilling, with Crane's words echoing on the soundtrack: "That's how it is. Men gotta have fun!"