When is an Al Pacino star vehicle worth watching? Answer: Never, lately. And this tedious "character study" (translation: he looks awful and has a Southern accent) does nothing to remedy the situation. Pacino plays a prescription meds-popping New York City publicist at the end of his career and the end of his rope who may--or may not--have witnessed a starlet's murder.
All this might have been of some interest if Pacino did more than stumble around and periodically remember his character is supposed to be from Georgia. But he doesn't. Instead, he rambles, mumbles and demonstrates a series of actor-ish tics and mannerisms that never let us into his character's heart or soul. In the end, he's not a person you want to Know, and this is not a movie you want to see.