It is difficult to say what Gregory 'Mars' Martin does worst - writing, directing or acting - but that somebody would pay him to do all three is incomprehensible to me. The script is riddled with unconvincing characters, weak motivation, bad dialogue and clichés; with the exception of Christopher Walken, the acting is poor, and when you see thespians like Rod Steiger and Chazz Palminteri act badly, you know the director is inept; and Martin, in the lead role, probably does the worst job of the entire cast. His hardass act is completely unconvincing; his Ben Affleck impersonation is a little better but ultimately redundant, since there's already one Ben Affleck in Hollywood, and he's not that interesting an actor at that. I give this a three out of ten and say a silent prayer that I will never see Christopher Walken in a piece of crap like this again.
Review of Poolhall Junkies
