Turned-on set to this just as it was beginning on "Lifetime," and had intended to go to another channel. But it was one of those instances where you watched for a minute or two, then another, then another..., etc.
I could see at the outset that it presented Buttafuoco differently from the clownish lout I remembered from this whole well-publicized course of events.
As I watched, I looked at the prior comments here, which quickly confirmed this. The actor portraying him was handsome, especially not having the real guys' homely, thin-lipped, weak mouth, and a facial look which cries out for the description "smarmy."
One wouldn't have thought it possible to present the Amy Fisher character, on-screen, as being a worse person than she actually was in real life -- but this flick managed to accomplish that almost seemingly-impossible task.
As I watched, I still expected that there might be some indication towards the very end of his duplicity, and at least a modicum of responsibility on his shoulders for her entering his home and shooting his wife point-blank in her face. But there was not even at least some oblique reference on this point.
The scenes between Buttafuoco and the local pair of policemen even made it appear that they should show more feeling for him and have greater understanding than was displayed. And his watching television with wife, father and son, as a tape displayed by a lover of hers was exposing her slutty side, could have been the Cleavers, say, watching a broadcast, exonerating Wally or Beaver from some local minor mischief which might have been suspected.,
Hard to feel any sympathy whatever for these folks, except the lady shot point-blank, and Pop, with his lifelong business placed in jeopardy.
The two or three times I've seen the real Joey on the tube, even a long time following these events, completely confirmed: this guy is a homely, cocky, smarmy asshole, the opposite of the portrayal by the actor in this flick, on all counts.
I could see at the outset that it presented Buttafuoco differently from the clownish lout I remembered from this whole well-publicized course of events.
As I watched, I looked at the prior comments here, which quickly confirmed this. The actor portraying him was handsome, especially not having the real guys' homely, thin-lipped, weak mouth, and a facial look which cries out for the description "smarmy."
One wouldn't have thought it possible to present the Amy Fisher character, on-screen, as being a worse person than she actually was in real life -- but this flick managed to accomplish that almost seemingly-impossible task.
As I watched, I still expected that there might be some indication towards the very end of his duplicity, and at least a modicum of responsibility on his shoulders for her entering his home and shooting his wife point-blank in her face. But there was not even at least some oblique reference on this point.
The scenes between Buttafuoco and the local pair of policemen even made it appear that they should show more feeling for him and have greater understanding than was displayed. And his watching television with wife, father and son, as a tape displayed by a lover of hers was exposing her slutty side, could have been the Cleavers, say, watching a broadcast, exonerating Wally or Beaver from some local minor mischief which might have been suspected.,
Hard to feel any sympathy whatever for these folks, except the lady shot point-blank, and Pop, with his lifelong business placed in jeopardy.
The two or three times I've seen the real Joey on the tube, even a long time following these events, completely confirmed: this guy is a homely, cocky, smarmy asshole, the opposite of the portrayal by the actor in this flick, on all counts.