I think if Al Pacino sat me down for some drinks, and started blathering about philosophy and morality, I’d fall in love with him immediately. I would have been sold on his persona and I would invest in anything he asked me to.
All of these men are just sitting around and talking, more so yelling in fact, at Kevin Spacey for 80% of the film. It is raw and emotional or, as emotional as men in the sales…
I never truly felt compelled to watch Frankie and Johnny until tonight. Upon my discovery, I found my new favorite rom-com. My evening was made magical by this film, it gave me an insight into Pacino, that I didn’t know I needed (but have clearly and always secretly longed for)
I suddenly now crave the simple things. To be walked back home on the dark streets of New York City. To walk around a florist shop. For Shakespeare, to be recited…
I would give it 5 stars if Pascal and Cage had shared a kiss. Release the extended cut cowards…
