A ruling class sociopath kills a working class girl in a hit and run and uses a deck of playing cards to determine his fate.
No love here.
I guess we are supposed to see some devilish charisma or glamour or wit, but he is just a tiresome prat.
It's a trip you'll be reluctant to take twice, but as a singular vision Charlie Casanova demands a second look.
McMahon's elaborate, would-be Joycean script is less clever than he thinks it is, while his fractured story-telling tests plausibility as much as patience.
The problem is he is such an alienating jerk we soon can’t tolerate his company, or comprehend why his wife and pals deign to have him around.
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