Amazon.com video review:
After a foolproof scam turns sour, Jimmy the Saint (a soulful
but miscast Andy Garcia, who mainly acts with his hair) and his
hard-bitten crew must put their various sordid affairs in order before
facing their final bloody curtain call. It's not nearly as clever as
it thinks it is, but this terminally wise-ass (and extremely violent)
caper flick is still one of the better post-Tarantino crime opuses,
with some sharp dialogue, a scenery-chewing Christopher Walken (as a
paraplegic archcriminal), and unhinged performances by Treat Williams
and the obsequious Steve Buscemi that must be seen to be
(dis)believed. Neophyte scripter Scott Rosenberg would later pen
hipper-than-thou scripts for Beautiful Girls,
Con Air, and
Armageddon, while director Gary Fleder moved on to the somewhat
more reputable Kiss the
Girls. The tongue-twisting title is from a Warren Zevon
song. --Andrew Wright
