An actor (Pacino) suffers a mid-life crisis at the end of his acting career. He loses hope and any passion to act, opting for a foolish attempt at suicide on the theater stage. Now retired and in therapy, a young girl from his past visits him at home and his passion reignites. And don't forget to add a friend from rehab who wants him to kill her husband (the only mildly interesting thing which of course goes nowhere).
The movie is ultimately a failure to be a drama or a comedy. The passion fizzles out very quickly and turns into a ridiculous farce. Pacino spends a good portion of every scene talking to his shrink over the computer or on the phone. Instead of the viewer experiencing the movie first hand, Pacino spends seemingly every scene narrating how he feels. Instead of feeling the actors emotions, seeing the characters develop, I felt spoon fed from scene to scene during ridiculous talks on the phone.
Long stretches of boring dialogue, sleepy music, characters devoid of any passion or pathos, long story short (my only wish while watching), this movie stinks. Pacino stumbles around the room uttering idiotic dialogue, falls down constantly while moaning, and goes through ridiculous situations with the lesbian. OH yeah, the girl's a lesbian. How risqué! Devoid of anything funny or remotely interesting, I urge you to avoid this movie. The story reminded me a little about Birdman. Actor in crisis on the stage, feelings of suicide, young spitfire girl, etc. Although I hate to compare two movies instead of judging them solely on their own merit, I'd watch Birdman instead. Way better movie.
The movie is ultimately a failure to be a drama or a comedy. The passion fizzles out very quickly and turns into a ridiculous farce. Pacino spends a good portion of every scene talking to his shrink over the computer or on the phone. Instead of the viewer experiencing the movie first hand, Pacino spends seemingly every scene narrating how he feels. Instead of feeling the actors emotions, seeing the characters develop, I felt spoon fed from scene to scene during ridiculous talks on the phone.
Long stretches of boring dialogue, sleepy music, characters devoid of any passion or pathos, long story short (my only wish while watching), this movie stinks. Pacino stumbles around the room uttering idiotic dialogue, falls down constantly while moaning, and goes through ridiculous situations with the lesbian. OH yeah, the girl's a lesbian. How risqué! Devoid of anything funny or remotely interesting, I urge you to avoid this movie. The story reminded me a little about Birdman. Actor in crisis on the stage, feelings of suicide, young spitfire girl, etc. Although I hate to compare two movies instead of judging them solely on their own merit, I'd watch Birdman instead. Way better movie.