Get Al Pacino and Christopher Walken together on the same screen and you have a winner.  So the fact that this film is short on plot doesn’t hurt it at all.  Billed as crime/comedy, I would have to add Buddy flic.  Toss in Alan Arkin and you are gilding the lily.

They deliver, of course, as two former gangsters who get back together when Pacino gets out after a long bit in prison.  The call of their former life is great and when they hook back up to Arkin all remember their roles.  It is too much to resist, so they perpetrate, as is their wont, to do.

Along the way there is the comely prostitute played by Weronika Rosati with whom Pacino can not, at first, perform.  That is the big mystery of this film.  See it and you will know what I mean.  So he goes and takes a handful of a certain kind of pill and returns ready.  But he is so ready, having taken such an enormous dose, that he persuades the equally fetching Lucy Punch to join them.  That’s all I’m willing to tell you.  Lucy is younger than any madame ever was, but small stretches in a movie such as this are perfectly okay with me.

Toss in Addison Timlin as Pacino’s granddaughter and you have a very, very, v-e-e-e-ry sweet support cast.

Walken, as he often does, underplays the role, and there is not an actor on earth who can bring that off as he does.  Great performance as always.  Pacino, too, is Pacino, and that is all good.  The rest of the cast supports the action with style, and did I say that Weronika Rosati, Lucy Punch and Addison Timlin are all eye candy?  Perhaps you heard me mention that. 

I recommend this film if you like these actors and very, very, ve-e-e-e-ry pretty girls.

If you like chick flics with heavy drama and heart-wrenching, maudlin pathos, then please, do yourself and me a favor:  stay home.