This is a strange, forced dialogue between Caan and a series of improbable unregistered names.
A mechanical exercise that lacks the joy of schadenfreude.
A *performance* - and an uninspired one at that - rather than a heartfelt expression of the venal joy of cruelty.
In a word: fake. Like Larry Hankin playing Kramer.
The eesh brand may never recover from this debacle.