Jessica, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide, stares at Jack. “I don’t care what’s right or wrong anymore,” she says. Nicholson, as the tough drifter, lets it all sink in: the evil of it ...

Technically, Mr. Nicholson ... the front row like a disheveled, mildly intoxicated 60-something man, gamely posing for photographers and selfies. He answered to “Jack!,” ...