It's quite clear from early on that despite the atrocious script, ugly lighting, murky aesthetic, disjointed storyline and messy scene to scene transitions, you can see John Travolta is trying to give it his all. It's by no means a great performance, as whenever he swears it's so overcooked you can't help but chuckle, but you tell he is invested in the material, but it's also clear he misjudged the material by a long shot.
All other performances in the film range from incredibly flat (Spencer LoFranco) to serviceable (Stacy Keech, Kelly Preston) Flashbacks and jumps to the present go from confusing to slapdash, and it halts the pace whilst simultaneously halting the film's narrative.
The score is hilariously awful, Pitbull really didn't take the time to analyse each scene and piece of conversation within, instead he throws together a frantic mix of Latin infused beats and overbearing hip-hop, how this relates to Gotti is a mystery. I didn't find this film to be one of those "So bad it's good" disaster pieces, it's more just a fumbling mess that keeps you watching because of its ability to do almost everything wrong.
All other performances in the film range from incredibly flat (Spencer LoFranco) to serviceable (Stacy Keech, Kelly Preston) Flashbacks and jumps to the present go from confusing to slapdash, and it halts the pace whilst simultaneously halting the film's narrative.
The score is hilariously awful, Pitbull really didn't take the time to analyse each scene and piece of conversation within, instead he throws together a frantic mix of Latin infused beats and overbearing hip-hop, how this relates to Gotti is a mystery. I didn't find this film to be one of those "So bad it's good" disaster pieces, it's more just a fumbling mess that keeps you watching because of its ability to do almost everything wrong.