Lacking, too, is the visual wit that made Mary Harron's American Psycho adaptation so scabrously
entertaining, leaving us instead with little more
than the depressing
sight of a hairy James Corden snorting copious amounts of coke before taking an unmourned early bath.
Dick Tracy is passably enjoyable stuff that proves more memorable for its
sights and sounds
than anything
entertaining to be had from the story itself, Once it's all said and done, the few things that linger in the mind are the unique color scheme, sumptuous Stephen Sondheim songs sung by Madonna, and the sleek sets and costumes.