Gabriel Macht

Watchable only for its star power and scarce caffeine kicks...awfully predictable.

Qualifies, barely, as a guilty pleasure...with its generous scrapbook of literary wisdom and pleasantly overcooked performances.

At least 10% more exciting than correction fluid.

Gallo's self-consciously overstated direction feeds the impression that he's trying to remake Goodfellas...can we all agree by now that the use of 'Sympathy for the Devil' in crime pictures ought to be outlawed?