Rating: 6 out of 10, Sometimes a director gets so carried away with really cool camera shots and lighting that he forgets the most important job is telling the story. This movie was so memorable that I forgot I saw it less than a year ago and ordered it on Netflix. You’d think any movie that starts out with a flaming albino midget skyrocketing out of an A-List Hollywood star’s mansion, Snoop Dog as a porn impresario, and a love smitten seven foot boxer would be memorable, but, not so much. The story is told in convoluted fashion in a definite, almost desperate attempt at film noir territory. The director should have had the balls to go back to Banderas and tell him they needed some serious voice over work because there were large parts of the movie where he was almost incomprehensible, which is a problem when we’re talking about the film’s narrator. I appreciate the effort at something new but quantum physics and hard boiled detective stories are a difficult marriage, at best. At least Sam Elliott, one of the real “dudes” of cinema, looked to be having fun. This is texture over content which saps the will of the viewer to continue.
MVP: Autumn Reeser as Fay Neman, sowing a whole new side of herself as a perky physics geek waitress
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