Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Mortality is a very iffy thing

Former antique book store owner (Allen) becomes florist's (Turturro) pimp. That's the set-up of the mild comedy where the laughter never really ignites. Lots of jew stuff and New York stuff, looks and feels fucklots like a Woody Allen film even though it's John Turturro who directs.
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