Shit

This interview is a good indication of how far these two have fallen.

De Niro struggles mightily to form any sort of coherent response. (His face looks as if he shit his pants.) Meanwhile, Pacino cracks jokes only an 8th grader in need of Ritalin would find funny. I guess this is what happens when Al's not allowed to shout crazies every 3-5 minutes.

When did these guys stop caring? I stopped after the late 90's. Each project that followed got progressively embarrassing. Righteous Kill looks to be the culmination to their decade of laziness. I haven't seen it yet, nor do I plan to. That would be like burning the original print of Raging Bull or the Godfather.

I don't expect those type highs anymore. That would be unfair. Seventies De Niro and Pacino are reason enough to consider film the great art form of the 20th century.

Instead, I demand some self-integrity. I hold them both accountable for their clown jobs. But more so to their legacies. There is greater grace in fading to black than unnecessary epilogue.