Too much talky-talky...no more talky.Boat Drinks. Buckwheats. Mr. Shhh... This is one of those Swingers-type movies that feels the need to invent fifty new slang expressions in order to be deemed "cool" by us young folks. I can appreciate that some people have different styles of speech, but why do filmmakers feel the need to enrich the English language through their cinema? This is a B-grade crime picture, not "A Clockwork Orange". And Scott Rosenberg, you are NO Anthony Burgess.
So this movie takes place with a bunch of gangsters, some of whom are quite wacky. One is nutty as a fruitcake. One is a leper. Their boss is Christopher Walken blowing through a tube to move his wheelchair. See, instant wackiness! When I make a gangster movie, I'm going to use the craziest characters ever. One will talk to a giant rabbit. One will have a superfluous nipple. One will speak only portugese, but will say "You got it, dude" at inopportune moments, causing laughs galore ("Did you commit these murders?" "You got it, dude!" "Ha ha! Give him the chair." "Ay, no es bueno!")
So they do a job, it goes wrong, then they start getting killed off. And they talk for what seems like hours. "Are we Buckwheats?" "Yeah, they're sending in Mr. Shhh..." "Shit. No boat drinks for me!" "Boat drinks. What an unusual phrase. You out there in the audience should write that one down."
It's like a Quentin Tarantino movie, except....no, wait, it's EXACTLY like a Tarantino movie. Sorry.Christopher Lloyd in a gritty crime picture. Let me BEGIN to list the things wrong with THAT one.