Vaughn just ended up looking like Trent from Swingers with a hangover.

When you think "world's top nuclear physicist," you naturally think of belly shirts, pouty lips, and a rack you couldn't take your eyes off of if your shirt caught fire.

Leo's done some fine work for the furry little director, but Gangs was not it. If it were real life, Bill the Butcher would have been wearing his pelt as suspenders within five minutes of meeting him.

Elisabeth fails to convince on any level. It's a shame, 'cause we totally buy Nic Cage as a drunken loser.

you get nothing but a shitty Renaissance Fair in movie form