You've seen one, you've seen them all. Yet another installment of absurdly overhyped and stylized mob pron from Martin S. Deniro is useless as usual. The mentally invalid, mealy mouthed ol' moop returns to play the standard, carbon copy Hollywood caricature of a fictitious mobster. The only role he ever knew. Only a very naive, ignorant fool finds any plausibility in these kitschy crime romances. I won't bother rehashing the plot, we already know it. Bottom line, the lrishman is nothing more than the generic, formulaic and ultimately forgettable tripe we've all seen before. Now scuze mia while l club an old lady for some cash and head to the strip joint for a pint and a shower scene.