If Brian De Palma has made a duller movie than this 144-minute snoozefest (1993), I count myself fortunate to have missed it. Al Pacino plays a Puerto Rican mobster from Harlem trying to go straight in the 70s (guess what? he doesn’t succeed) after his coke-snorting Jewish lawyer (Sean Penn under lots of makeup) gets him out of jail. Adapted by David Koepp from two novels by Edwin Torres, this slugs its way through almost 70 years of gangster-movie cliches (I guess they’re supposed to be hommages) and juiceless performances to arrive at a set-piece climax in Grand Central Station that isn’t worth the wait. But many of my overseas friends consider this movie sublime, so I must be missing something. With Penelope Ann Miller and John Leguizamo.