Josh Trank’s directorial return, Capone, is ultimately an odd showcase for Tom Hardy’s extreme versatility. Sadly, that’s about it. Starting with Hardy though, this is a seriously ballsy performance that's full of grumbles, grunts and untamed bowel movements (best not to watch during dinner time). In other words – it’s all rather impressive stuff from the actor. There’s little doubt he is the best part of the film though, giving us gonzo gravitas in every scene he’s in - just try to look away! The problem here (and it’s a rather big problem), is that the story adds up to be very little. It’s also barely a story, as everything is fairly muddled and disjointed, feeling like one little “vignette” after another. Admittedly, the final act does bring some excitement to the mix, but everything beforehand is mostly just a bunch of mundane madness. So, with little pay off, this becomes a wasted opportunity to tap into the infamous gangster’s golden years. The third act of Scorsese’s The Irishman this is not!