We have us here a couple of fuckin mooks in New York just trying to make an honest living griftin. How else is someone supposed to get by livin in the Big Shitty? The parking tickets alone can kill ya!
Charlie just tries to look classy and keep his shit together, workin at a restaurant as a kinda manager or some shit. His cousin Paulie works there as a waiter, he’s got big plans. Unfortunately he’s a bit of a fuck-up. Well. A big fuck-up. But blood is blood, and Charlie can’t kick the poor sad sack to the curb after both getting the boot for Paulie’s skimmin. Especially when Paulie comes up with a job with some potentially good cash involved. Charlie’s flexible girlfriend don’t like it. Neither does Charlie. But options ain’t too good as of late. Things go squiffy, life goes iffy and it’s all pretty shifty.
This is alright. Mickey Rourke does a good job as Charlie, just tryin to keep his head above water. Small time thief just tryin to go straight for his gal. It’s his cousin Paulie (Eric Roberts) that just fucks everything up. Everything. I think his biggest failings in life here is being a bad actor. It’s hard to draw sympathy when you’re such a moop. And Paulie here? Definitely a loser. Frustratingly so. While the character itself ain’t bad, Eric Roberts is just...not good. I usually don’t like to call out specific actors, but damn. He is awful here. Spectacularly so. Almost amusingly so. Almost.
