"Mr. Pacino, I don't feel so good."
The Accountant: You, fat fuck. Come here.
Fat Lou: What did you call me? What did you just call me?
The Accountant: I called you "fat fuck," and we had better leave it at that. Unless you'd prefer I call you, "dead fat fuck."
Nic Cage rocking the double denim, sporting a beautifully bleached receding hairline with a bullet lodged in his right eye socket. If that sounds appealing, congratulations! You're the demographic for this moronically desperate exploitation throwback.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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