It’s a
kick to see Al Pacino, Christopher Walken, and Alan Arkin play off each other
in “Stand Up Guys,” a comedy about aging gangsters who can still -– as stated
repeatedly -– kick ass or chew gun, and no one has any gum. That joke gets
repeated. Our three acting gods make it work. Mostly. What they cannot save
is the stick a needle in a hard cock joke, which De Niro already suffered through with Ben Stiller. And not even Brando in his prime could save the
WT-holy-F gang rape victim bit which has the trio finding
a bound, gagged, and naked assault victim in the trunk of a car they have
stolen. Get her to the hospital? Is she traumatized? Injured? No. Our
heroes take the lady out for dinner, find the perps, and layout violent justice,
hooting and hollering along the way. Seriously. Really. Actor-turned-director Fisher
Stevens is so busy making these guys woo-ha cwazzy that he never makes them
dangerous, so much so that not even the notion of Walken’s assassin being
forced to kill Pacino’s crook makes a slight dent. Irony: Despite the deluge of dick jokes, “Guys” has no balls. C+
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