domonkos49

Hands down some of the worst acting anyone ever filmed badly. On top of that we're asked to look at the driving range casualty guy for extented periods of time.

In the words of the immortal Johnny Mac, "You cannot be serious!" This snoozer is the most lackluster thing I've had the misfortune of subjecting myself to in a good while. You know, you read these reviews (the ones from the Voice and the Times) and you get conned into thinking there's something there. It must be the Tabula Rasa thing; they project all manner of hidden meaning onto these blank canvasses (oh, it's all so very symbolic). Sure it is. Less is not always more. Minimalism in this case means minimal plot, acting chops and scriptwriting. Want to make big splash at Cannes? Say nothing and the emperor's new clothes syndrome will take over from there. This thing is as tedious as "Uncle Boonme who's ancestors were as turgid and dull as he was", another Cannes con.

This big steaming pile is the most stilted, ham-fisted, clichéd dreck I've tortured myself with in months. Where's Leonard Pince Garnell when you need him--he'd relish this one. Oh, to have one tenth of the cash they wasted on this, not to mention dragging Liotta and Garcia down into the gutter along with the crew. Una grande pegacito de excreto if ever I endured one. Somebody tell the director that plausible dialogue and believability still have a place in storytelling. The big question is why? Why spend a year and untold money and energy on the beaten to death horse that another damn dope kingpin saga is? Bastante Already. When you drag the audience's noses through the sewers of TJ, there's got to be some kind of payoff. "Barfly"'s subject matter was seedy and seamy, but it had a certain redeeming lyrical quality. This thing is so bad it might stand up better as a comedy as you watch poor old aging Ray as an improbable hit man, eye shadow and lash extenders non-withstanding.