“This is one of the few movies I walked out in when I saw it in theaters.
My memory of it is that there was a lot of showering, odd amounts of nudity and sex before anything had really happened and we knew who anybody was, and for some reason people were talking about taking a boat somewhere to get mojitos, and that seemed to be a big plot point: when are we going to get mojitos (in Cuba?)?
That’s really all I remember, and this movie is forever locked in my mind as “That one movie where they all stood around and talked about mojitos for like an hour.”
And it’s 2 hours and 15 minutes long. Are we really going to pretend like this is a tight movie that couldn’t be trimmed by a third? Just omitting half the loving shots of Jamie Foxx’s ass thrusting would probably get us there. Or, just show me that as picture-in-picture while the plot rolls, at least that’ll make it feel like things are happening while everyone in this movie mumbles about trust or whatever.
I kind of understand what people like about this movie, but I think those things would only apply if this were the only Michael Mann movie left on Earth, if somehow all of his other movies were wiped from existence by a series of simultaneous explosions in server rooms and a salt mine or wherever they keep the negatives for his movies, if this was the ONLY Michael Mann movie to survive that, then I’d get it. “