Tough one this.
On the one hand, it stars Helen Mirren, co-owner of a brothel in the desert outside Reno, Nevada. So far so good eh?
The other co-owner is Joe Pesci, who yet again trots out his foul-mouthed, whiny New Jersey schtick. I have no idea why so many reviewers welcomed him back to mainstream cinema. He can't act! He just delivers his lines in the same way he's been doing for years. He starts off the movie trying to shake the "New Jersey" badge off, talking in some less regionally-specific accent, but as the movie goes on he slips back into the old groove.
And why, in a movie that features Helen Mirren all boudoir-ish am I bothering to go on about an ugly, short-arsed hack in a bad wig?
That, and the fact that despite being set in a knocking shop with Pesci having invested in a boxing heavyweight title contender, while being pressured by the IRS, makes this a difficult one to judge. You'd think there's plenty going on to keep the viewer captivated.
But there isn't.
Maybe it's because we saw a late show, finishing after midnight on a hot, hot day.
Nah. It was just too consistently slow, and for me Helen Mirren's first dud for some time.
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