A mushy lovenote to the gangster genre and a gun-happy bloodbath that gives Django Unchained a run for its money. It's a sweaty, haymaker-throwing brawler of a film with gorgeous art direction, snappy patter, blood-splattered violence, and the smoky come-hither eyes of Ryan Gosling. The heavy-handed clichés are pursued with such zealous affection that it's hard not to smile—until about the three-quarter mark. That's about the time when your smile slowly turns to disappointment after realizing there's nothing here but gorgeous clichés.