Confusing, frivolous, frantic, frustrating and frenetic. Those terms optimise 'Mr. Nice', and I am pretty certain, that the late Howard Marks wouldn't have had it, any other way. I actually met Howard, very briefly, a few years before he passed. The guy was charming, eloquent, but seemed quite detached from the present. He was a man, that was quite obviously living in the past. And, the past, is exactly where this film takes place.
We follow a straight cut Marks, through his younger years. A bullied youth with straight A's at school, he achieves a scholarship to Oxford. This, is not only the making of, but the breaking of; Howard Marks. The next portion of the film is a hedonistic…