this movie is like young man's wet dream. why once involved some jersey guys, young or old, just like guys from Brooklyn, the way of talk, the facial expressions, the walk, the attitude, the dressing-attire, the hairdos, the relationship between or among men, the....eh...everything that you can think about, especially the mafia way of speaking English, will all suddenly, so easily to predict, turn into such a formulaic accent and intonation.
here, in order to serve the purpose of making the impossible to become possible, a young guy who never seemed to have to work, or never had anything to prove that he had any job. coming from a lower middle class family, with foul-mouthed father, helpless and tiresome mother, a half-dead numb sister, a young man with such pathetic family and financial background, would have so much money and time to hang out with his two pathetic friends, dining in expensive restaurants, fooling around in the cheesy night clubs, driving a classic car....and where he actually lived? his bedroom absolutely didn't like when he ate lunches and dinners at home with his family, where he got the money to pay for the rent, if he didn't do any job, without anything to prove he got the fund for doing anything or doing nothing? how in the world a catholic priest had to listen to his confessions about ridiculous sexual encounters, how many fornication or how many times a week he self-abused himself by watching porn movies? this is such a stupid and so unrealistic wet dream from a miserable screenplay writer who must be like the same guy in the movie, never got a job, living at his parents home, a guy who never got the ability to do anything but trying so hard to become a modern don Juan. what a stupid joke this movie is. Levitt looked exactly like a jerk with a funny face, a likable but a 100% shallow person without any solidity to justify this wet-dreaming imbecile. watching him play such role is a very painful episode of my life.
here, in order to serve the purpose of making the impossible to become possible, a young guy who never seemed to have to work, or never had anything to prove that he had any job. coming from a lower middle class family, with foul-mouthed father, helpless and tiresome mother, a half-dead numb sister, a young man with such pathetic family and financial background, would have so much money and time to hang out with his two pathetic friends, dining in expensive restaurants, fooling around in the cheesy night clubs, driving a classic car....and where he actually lived? his bedroom absolutely didn't like when he ate lunches and dinners at home with his family, where he got the money to pay for the rent, if he didn't do any job, without anything to prove he got the fund for doing anything or doing nothing? how in the world a catholic priest had to listen to his confessions about ridiculous sexual encounters, how many fornication or how many times a week he self-abused himself by watching porn movies? this is such a stupid and so unrealistic wet dream from a miserable screenplay writer who must be like the same guy in the movie, never got a job, living at his parents home, a guy who never got the ability to do anything but trying so hard to become a modern don Juan. what a stupid joke this movie is. Levitt looked exactly like a jerk with a funny face, a likable but a 100% shallow person without any solidity to justify this wet-dreaming imbecile. watching him play such role is a very painful episode of my life.