As alluded to, all the scenes between Jung and his father are fantastic and painfully moving. Demme hones in on facial expressions and the wrinkles, crinkles, and tremblings delivered by both Depp and Liotta just flat-out feel real. If it were more polished, had a bit more meat and a couple of gratuitous Joe Pescis, it might graduate to epic status. Or, if went heavy on the humor and high on the campiness, it might be more fun. Yet, Blow is neither and it suffers since it lacks the originality and uniqueness to beget a new style of film.
Life goes on.