A lazy movie with absolutely zero style or intrigue. John Travolta, donning a wig that looks laquered to his head, is woefully miscast as John Gotti, the famed "teflon don." It's difficult to imagine what was intended here. The film offers no insight into the inner working's of Gotti's criminal empire and even less into his personal relationships with his family. Kelly Peston, Travolta's real-life wife, plays his wife here and her role is unformed, it has the feel of a bunch of out-takes cobbled together to create a character. A shame as Preston has actually stolen her scenes in a bunch of other films (JERRY MAGUIRE, A VIEW FROM THE TOP).
Review of Gotti
