The true story of the LaMarcas, well told by the late Mike McAlary in Esquire, has been pounded into TV-crime mush by screenwriter Ken Hixon and director Michael Caton-Jones. Shockingly, the acting doesn't help. Franco, who played James Dean on TV, pulls out the same mannerisms. Frances McDormand is wasted as Vincent's lady love. And De Niro sleepwalks through his role until an embarrassing burst of overacting at the climax. De Niro may enjoy the same free ride from critics afforded to Clint Eastwood in the lazy Bloodwork. But like Bruce Springsteen's gone-to-pot Asbury Park, New Jersey (which stands in for Long Beach), this sad-sack waste of a movie is a City of ruins.
PETER TRAVERS
(October 3, 2002)
(Posted: Sep 5, 2002)
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