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.
Filmmaker Richard Shepard only thinks he knows how to fake it so real that he’s beyond fake.
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.
It’s just not as funny as it deserves to be.