In the grand tradition of brainless buddy-cop flicks, Jordy's the opposite of Eddie, a man who eschews the limelight and wants to go about his job in obscurity. They wind up sharing some moments, exchanging ideas, influencing each other in ways they never thought possible, blah, blah, blah. Even worse than this cliched partnership is the doltish duo Eddie and Jordy pursue. This documentary, both figure, will be their ticket to fame and fortune in a country where murderers become TV personalities who duck justice by blaming society for their actions. No one is responsible for what they do.
Filmmakers are responsible for their creation.
Spread the rest of the blame among the cast, whose performances range from drowsy shallowness to overblown idiocy. De Niro's not exactly bad, but he's not exactly good, either. Burns' whininess hits a new high here, and he's forced to spout some really silly lines. I can't get involved with you. Taktarov is just plain goofy, while Roden comes across as a poor man's Gary Oldman as the killer without a conscience.