Look Al Pacino is brilliant. He has shown through time that he has always been a great actor. He carries this film. Pacino genuinely looks happy. He looks sad, reflective, and insightful.

Pecsi and Kitel do wonders. They look and act the part but the film is horrible. It drags. It loses sight of what a film is supposed to do. This is like when Guns N' Roses reunited at first but hated each other. Martin and Robert are out of their range. They no longer have what it takes.

The runtime is also a downer. When Martin made Mean Streets it was an early film. So while it was a bit boring you felt there was an artist burning with passion. Here, there is nothing. I am not sure what is more disappointing me wasting my time or believing this could have been a good film. For all the aging effects, the reunion, Martin saying how he got the gang together- its a let down. We have to stop this nonsense. Film is never supposed to be this way.

The problem is one- Robert has nothing left. Martin cant inspire him anymore. So it ends very blandly. I can't say more.