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by: Adam Thorn #99thReview Tagline:
“He Showed the World Who's Boss” Did he though? This stinks
of hyperbole and worrying adulation of Gotti: a portent of doom?
Years in the making biopic of the “Teflon Don” John Gotti, a
man even Tony Soprano was in awe of. Although Tony Soprano was
fictional, so they could have made him in awe of Ian Wright if they'd
wanted to. Or an alien abduction believer. Or gay. Or not Tony
Soprano. The list is endless for the fictional things writers can
create. Mad in't it, you just can't make this stuff up.
I started to read a Gotti biography some years back, but it was so
nauseatingly in love with the prick I couldn't stomach it. I'm all
for some violence, grim and gory as it comes, but there is a tact to handling it. Violence can really only be enjoyed when it is fake, or when
it is against a genuine baddy (Nazis). This film asks you to sign up
to #TeamGotti and I'm not sure I'm down with that. There is a subtle
distinction between violence as entertainment, a la Gladiator, and
violence by way of warning, of brutally laying down the reality and
consequence, a la City of Life and Death. The camera in Gotti
wanders, almost unsure whether to titillate with or just outright
wallow in the ferocity the film-makers are so clearly enamoured with.
of the most critically panned films ever. Well, as you may or may
not have noticed, Bedsit Cinema ain't the freaking Guardian. John
Travolta plays the titular mobster, for me a must miss actor since
Grease first made me sick in my mouth (alright, alright I'll give you
Pulp Fiction). However, Travolta does convincingly portray a gangster here. Whether that is Gotti or notti I don't-a know! Eh! Whatsamatter you?
Why you lookasosad? Ok I'll stop. Travs does resemble Gotti closely,
too. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the sum total of nice things
I have to say about Gotti.
ageing make up is bad, as well as inconsistent. Weirdly, JT is
quite easy to make into a convincing younger version of himself,
mainly I presume because plastic doesn't really age, so all they had
to do is dye his hair. The film covers forty years or so, and while
Travs has the full attention of the age make up team, which I assume
was one blind man with some silly putty and hair dye, nobody else involved
in making the film gave a single fuck about consistency (both age
wise, and all other areas of the film making process). At one point
Gotti's eternally 30 year old son bumps into a friend at a
party and doesn't recognise her.
changed”, says the woman approaching her menopause, adding that she's sixteen now.
She's a forty year old teenager, I'd be fucking confused seeing her too.
summary, Gotti's biggest crimes are that it is derivative, but of
what exact film/ influence it does not know. It starts reasonably well, but wanders
inattentively into no man's land, and ends with all the gusto of
George Michael's last fart. A reviewer on IMDb claimed they spent
most of the film wanting to rewatch the Sopranos, I totally
understand that. Gotti is bad. But it's not as bad as people like to
make out, and to finish on a positive, even if I'm just repeating the
only one I have, John Travolta isn't terrible.
it? Err, this is weird because I actually made it though the
film, at home where I'm more inclined to abscond from a narrative if
it jars me. Full disclosure, I'd had some wine and was making pasta.
No, avoid, unless like me you have a self imposed reason to. 4/10