Did you enjoy Russell Crowe sing-talking through Les Mis?
Do you entertain the whimsy that comes with imagining Al Pacino can cure lieukemia? Do you enjoy fast-forwarding past horrifically stage-parented child actors with voices like nails on a blackboard?
Then do I have the film for you. And that film gets three stars! Three stars for you, Mr Daniel Collins.
The only thing that could have saved this would have been if the Ghost of John Lennon (Edward Norton) would have appeared to Danny towards the end and imparted some sage advice to the old fart. But no Ghost John Lennon? Three stars for you, sir...