The reviews split almost down the middle, and the one thing nearly everyone agrees on is James Gandolfini. Whatever critics think of the film around him, his weepy, vulnerable hit man is repeatedly named the best thing in it, and several say the picture only comes alive once he arrives and starts talking to Roberts. Those who like it call it a shaggy-dog story: slight, whimsical, with tangy dialogue and a split structure that keeps things moving.
The reservations gather around the two stars. Many critics find Pitt and Roberts do not mesh, and several describe the film as veering between goofy violence and solemnity without settling on a tone. The spread is wide, from cheerful curio to outright dud. The Guardian is the odd one out in finding even the Gandolfini subplot mishandled, while Collider, writing long after release, argues the film is a subversive arthouse piece that deserves a cult reappraisal.
