The crazier Richard Shepard’s film gets, the more routine and mechanical it comes to feel.
That Dom is so clearly an up-to-11 caricature, embodied with reliable pizzazz by Jude Law, makes the sentimental moments feel especially false.
HBO has stacked the deck in this show's favor by delivering a decidedly obsessive-friendly package.
It packs a wealth of caring and admiration for its subject without ever feeling sanctimonious, showy, or overly nostalgic.
The type of ineffective third-rate con job that simply turns the volume way up for explosions in order to elicit an audience’s jolted reaction.