The King Of New York
The soundtrack kicks.
The stylised visuals of 90s New York are off the scale.
The story hints at the true extent of the corruption of NY, and the film clearly captures a moment in time extremely well. But it boils down to mindless ridiculously poorly staged over-stylised gunfights and inane, awkward hagiography of mob life that doesn't ring true. Every bad 90s gangster cliche seems to have originated here.
I guess it's trying to do for NY what John Woo did for Tokyo Crime Films, but, nah.... I'm still calling this film an utter abomination. Chris Walken's incredibly awkward dance in the first ten minutes sets the tone.
The chemistry is just all wrong, although it might be a bit different if you had a big enough pile of fine-ass coke. Maybe that's the point. They even sped up the songs on the soundtrack towards the end.