Half a dozen perfectly orchestrated, near silent set-pieces married to a magisterial David Mamet script. Every scene is quotable as fuck, every overwrought moment an operatic masterclass. Morricone’s enticingly grand score that makes you feel part of the action. The Giorgio Armani eye catching costumes that define the film’s enticing luxurious palette of oaky browns and whisky ambers. Connery spitting up blood demanding to know “What are you prepared to do?” Andy Garcia dead eyed taking a gangster in one shot. Bobby’s mugging. “You’re nothin’ but a lot of talk n’ a badge. Nothin’ but a lotta talk n’ a badge!” Costner, a movie star is born! Absolute entertainment.
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