Props to big, bad Bobby De Niro for packing the cojones to mock his machismo at 64. He gives it up gamely, too: like helmer Matthew Vaughn said, “I don’t think De Niro has much reservations about anything.”

But did Bob’s first feather-boa’d, Offenbach-lovin’ opera dame have to be quite so cabaret? A cringe-quaking relic from a lost age of stereotypes. De Niro creaking like an old ship? That’s just sad.