Welcome to the world of disorganized crime.
A low-key late ’90s comedy which deserved a much-better reception, this tale of lounge singers who fall in with mob types was one of my favorites back in my video store days.
Sam Rockwell and Steve Zahn are our bumbling heroes, mistaken for safe crackers, and pressed into displaying their supposed talents to keep Paul Giamatti from going upside their heads with a slap or two.
He’s a no-brains mobster nicknamed Veal Chop, which tells you a lot about the film’s lowbrow sense of humor.
Me? I thought it was freakin’ hilarious.