Film Reviews by JM

To be fair, the missus and I lasted 15 minutes before we looked at each other and said, "Not very good, is it?" The whole idea of the film's namesake having become a singer of other people's songs after his self-composed debut album didn't prove popular is pretty ludicrous. As usual, Pacino has lots of energy — entirely too much energy. We didn't believe a moment of it, and found it annoying enough to eject before there was much of Ms. Bening, who's almost always terrific. Two stars, rather than one, because it wasn't an Adam Sandler fartfest or a Quentin Tarantino bloodbath. One star should be reserved for the ULTRa-dreadful.

Rampantly vulgar, and not funny in the slightest. The missus and I, neither of whom is remotely prudish, were able to endure 15 minutes of it. If you're the sort who regards Adam Sandler as hilarious, you might be slightly amused, but don't count on it.