"What is this, some kinda' fuckin' joke?" These are the first words uttered in writer/director Arthur Luhn's homegrown comedy that flits between too many Townies and Southies and what's left of the Boston mafia. It's also one of the few lines you'll hear, since the protagonists are a hearing-impaired band of misfits who use sign language (with subtitles; remarkably, many in the cast are deaf — including Luhn) to plot their big score, centered around rival mob bosses Napolitano Ferrari (Lou Fuoco), Mr. Million (Robert Dicicco), and a horse race that everyone seems to know is fixed. The ne'er-do-wells include Newster (John McGinty), Toolbox (John Cleary), Pocket Grease (Wally Carlson), Sabrina (Rosa Vasquez), and Irish (Luhn, performing under the moniker Joe Cheapskate), and their comic hijinks are as flat as this over-edited movie is confusing. It's hard to ferret out who's screwing whom, but surely, it's the viewers who are being conned.
