Poor Mr. Scorsese, who seems to have tried and failed at trying to compete with Mr. Tarantino's flair the inventive pseudo-realistic violencomic style of fictitious character building entertainment. This movie turns into a stinker very quickly and I regarded my ticket as the toilet paper I was given to wipe off the effects of this mishmash of strained characters, each with their own ridiculous epiphany. Looking for the mental bidet to eradicate the residue.
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