Not nearly as good as the last Andrew Dominik/Brad Pitt collaboration — The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert F0rd — but then again, not much is. Overall, I liked it.
Still, it’s real easy to see why the film failed to set the box office on fire and was slapped with Cinema Score of F — a grade that puts it in rare company. After all, when you sell the movie as some sort of shoot ’em up heist/gangster picture, when it’s really more meditative, you’re bound to piss people off and lose a boatload of money. Lesson to be learned: while the movie-going public tends to be stupid and fixated on big-budgeted-blow-’em-ups, they also don’t like to feel tricked. And I can see how this movie might come across as a trick.
In fairness, though, the trickery was not on the movie. It’s the morons in marketing who screwed the pooch.
