So weird when a biopic about a notoriously passionate man is anything but.
The whole shebang just feels terribly lackluster.
And man, what a lout Lamborghini was!
If he did half the many selfish things the film accuses him of, I'd return my Lambo tomorrow!
Truth in advertising woulda been calling this thing Lamborghini: The Lackluster Lout ;-)
Not too bad, eh?
It's true what they say: Sometimes a blind squirrel even finds a nut!
