I love a nice drama as much as anyone, and have always been a sucker for a memoir of a boy reminiscing about that special time spent with Grandpa, long, long ago.
My guess is that the title Two Bits was chosen for this meaningless piece of drivel because `Plug Nickel' and `A Complete Waste of all our Time' were both already taken.
James Foley reasserts his position as number one handholder to the stars'(drama)-the type of guy who is credited as director (with all the associated headaches) even though the project is controlled creatively, entirely, and usually disastrously by a single minded, self-promoting star'(in this case Al Pacino). The directorial talent and skills that seemed so promising in At Close Range' and even After Dark My Sweet' are far in the past now, for Mr. Foley, sadly.
If Mr Pacino saw this as possibly his own personal Death of a Salesman', it's unfortunate that the salesman was no where to be found.
I would talk more about the story if I had the slightest idea what was so important about it to bring it to film-an immigrant boy, his widowed mom, and a crotchety old Grandpa the standard setup for today's derivative and ineffective sitcom.
Pass. Pass. Pass
My guess is that the title Two Bits was chosen for this meaningless piece of drivel because `Plug Nickel' and `A Complete Waste of all our Time' were both already taken.
James Foley reasserts his position as number one handholder to the stars'(drama)-the type of guy who is credited as director (with all the associated headaches) even though the project is controlled creatively, entirely, and usually disastrously by a single minded, self-promoting star'(in this case Al Pacino). The directorial talent and skills that seemed so promising in At Close Range' and even After Dark My Sweet' are far in the past now, for Mr. Foley, sadly.
If Mr Pacino saw this as possibly his own personal Death of a Salesman', it's unfortunate that the salesman was no where to be found.
I would talk more about the story if I had the slightest idea what was so important about it to bring it to film-an immigrant boy, his widowed mom, and a crotchety old Grandpa the standard setup for today's derivative and ineffective sitcom.
Pass. Pass. Pass