★★ (2 out of 4)
I’ve been waiting decades to see Tom Cruise, 64, seize the role that would earn him his first and long overdue Oscar. After seeing “Digger,” I’m still waiting. It’s not that Cruise doesn’t chow down on the role of paunchy, preening, tantrum-throwing Texas oil powerbroker Digger Rockwell; he rips into every scene in a fervor to masticate even a scrap of artistic red meat from a script that won’t put out. The role has everything Oscar usually loves—a fat suit, facial prosthetics (from the great Kazu Hiro), a pet kitty, bombastic speeches, an out of left field plot twist, and an actor eager to show what he’s got. He’s got plenty. The movie, not so much.