I fall in & out of “like” with this movie. I think it’s the screenplay, a start-stop bore of a story albeit one with punchy dialogue, the friction of which contributes to it being such a strange, conflicted beast. The rhythms are all off.
There’s still a lot of serious artfulness and a committed spirit to the film. There’s really nothing else like it - a quasi-musical cartoon gangster art experiment using Disney’s big wallet and Madonna at her most Madonna-iest.