I keep waiting for it to get somewhere, but it never really does.
And while some film's prosthetics are so tremendous you cannot imagine the movie succeeding without them (think Bombshell), Forest Whitaker's schnoz is so insanely distracting that I can't see past it to enjoy the flick! For heaven's sake, it's Miracle Max + Pinocchio to the 3rd power of Steve Martin's C.D. Bales in Roxanne!
Sheer madness!
