I can't figure out why Harvey Keitel signed on for the title role in this piece of crap. He's good, as you'd expect, as the aged Lansky, who allows writer David Stone (Sam Worthington, a one-expression actor) to be his biographer. But, most of the story is told in anachronistic flashbacks, with a weak cast wearing funny hats and suits they must have gotten from the Goodwill bin, and full of errors that easily could have been avoided if they'd simply read "Little Man - Meyer Lansky and the Gangster Life," Robert Lacey's excellent and thoroughly researched bio. Don't waste your time.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
