In a Nutshell:
James Gandolfini knows smoking is bad for you, but filthy phone sex with Kate Winslet makes it worthwhile.
A savage musical.
Nick: 'Two things a man should know how to do: be romantic and smoke his brains out.'
Cousin Bo: 'Some people fear the Lord. I fear women.'
Tula: 'When a woman bends over, a man sees a jelly doughnut.'
Being a bastion of masculinity is tough work, and New Jersey ironworker Nick Murder (James Gandolfini) is unhappy.
He dreams of a life in Technicolor choreographed by Fred Astaire, in which real men could bond over cigarettes and heartache by singing and dancing to Engelbert Humperdinck.
His wife of twenty or so years, Kitty Kane (Susan Sarandon), loves his greasy thin moustache and sizeable belly, but a combination of hard life and three wannabe-rockstar daughters still living at home (Mandy Moore, Mary-Louise Parker, Aida Turturro) has somewhat quenched the fire of romance.
When she catches Nick having wild phone sex with Tula – a woman so hot that her apartment literally combusts – Kitty seeks the counsel of local pastor Gene Vincent (Eddie Izzard) and her ex-convict cousin Bo (Christopher Walken).
Eddie Izzard leads the congregation into a Janis Joplin number (“Take it! Take another little piece of my heart, ooh ooh”), Christopher Walken enlists Tom Jones to recount the crime that had him jailed (“forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more!”) as a cautionary tale against jealousy, which ignites Kitty to revenge.
She tracks down Tula and finds her to be a red-headed Northern English Agent Provocateur sales assistant played by the sex-bomb also known as Kate Winslet.
A catfight ensues... and if that's not enough for you, Steve Buscemi is also in it. And Christopher Walken dances.
Written by: Irene Musumeci Klein