Rating: 2/10 (yes, even being a fan of both Al Pacino and Robert di Niro...)
Entertainment value: 2
Ethics: nil
I love both those guys, k? Every single line on their aging faces, every single greying hair. I love them for being stars even with their paunches and their thinning hair.
But really, what a terrible waste that they're forced to make movies with no plots, little objective and very very poor scripting.
You'd think that as the directors saw the wisdom that comes with their age and their raw sex appeal, they'd offer more than semi-porn with puky, and patriarchal-tradition oozing domination of the only woman in the movie who's not only raped but also left helplessly waiting for the men to finish ... talking to the rapist. [*gag* *puke* *kick the director in his ... scripts*]
I know actors are dumb but seriously, what made them pick this to finish their careers with? I guess after the sick little vignettes at Saturday Night Live, this isn't a bad way to go. About the same level of ho-hum.
I hated the movie. Can't think of a single thing that could have made it worse.
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