Imagine
Serpico and
Scarface awkwardly crammed into the same movie, with one Pacino part played by Russell Crowe and the other by Denzel Washington. Unfortunately, the production picks up the worst elements of its predecessors. It’s boring like
Serpico, and it supplies the same empty-headed worship of drug crime that made
Scarface such a hit. The overall plot itself isn’t bad, and some of the acting is okay. But the good points swiftly get lost in a two-hour mass of dull intrigue and macho posturing. Mildly amusing
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