The performances are terrific, the evocation of the period striking, but it feels redundant, more GoodFellas-lite than The Sopranos, and with several TV seasons’ worth of story crammed in.
Cements Tom Hardy’s reputation as one of the most effortlessly mesmerizing actors working today.
LFF is a veritable orgy of cinema, and I love it. It’s exhausting, but I love it.
I was gonna say it was enough sad to know that this is the last we’ll see of Gandolfini, but this looks like it could be really funny and sweet and honest. So that’s good. A good funny movie to go out on.
Models don’t get paid for editorial work? WTF?
Tony Soprano’s favorite cafe leaves the star’s seat “reserved.”
First feature from The Sopranos’ David Chase! And it’s not about mobsters. Hmm.
Turns a dark mirror on crime mythology to reflect a startling, unflattering image of America.
Kristen Stewart is a New Orleans stripper and prostitute. She does not have a heart of gold. That belongs to James Gandolfini…
Will there be a bigger disappointment for me this year than Spike Jonze’s *Where the Wild Things Are*? Gosh, I hope not: I’m not sure my heart could take it.