De Niro takes the NY gangster persona that Scorsese gave to him and sucks all the gravitas out of it. He plays it for laughs. It felt insulting at first that he would disrespect the genre so dismissively, but as it went on I stopped caring. He plays a mob boss with crippling emotional problems. He believes they can be solved by going to see a shrink. Billy Crystal, the shrink, drifts through the film and thinks he’s in a Woody Allen production much of the time. He was more irritating than irritated. It spawned a sequel. I won't be watching it.
2 hits of the pillow out of 5
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